Miss Layla peels her shorts aside and rubs one out on the blanket

Stretched out on a blanket, Miss Layla hooks her denim shorts to one side and lets her fingers wander through her dark, bushy mound. She parts her lips with two fingers and traces circles over the slick slit, breathing harder as she goes. Her other hand stays planted on her thigh while she works her fingers in and out of herself. By the time she's done, her fingers are shining and her hips are still twitching.