Peeling off her blue satin dress, Miss Layla rubs her pussy through sheer black pantyhose

Miss Layla lets the blue satin slide down her arms and drops onto the rug, tits bare to the room. She runs her fingers over the reinforced crotch of her black pantyhose, tracing the seam that climbs each thigh. Her hips lift into her own hand as she presses harder, breath catching, toes curling against the floor. She works herself into a squirming rhythm, thighs twitching, until she lets out a shaky sigh and keeps going.