Hooking her thong aside, Miss Layla fingers herself from behind at the counter

In black lace and sheer stockings, Miss Layla plants one foot on a bar stool and leans into the kitchen counter. She tugs her thong to the side and reaches back between her cheeks, rubbing her clit with quick, sure fingers. Her hips rock back to meet her hand, the gold seam of the nylon running down to her heels. A low sound slips out as she works herself faster.