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The way Layla and Gia talked about her, like she wasn’t even there or like she was just a toy to be used, set a fire blazing in her. “Just you wait…” Gia teased as they stepped together into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind them with a definitive click. The room, designed with two in mind, became an incredibly intimate affair with the three of them pressed in together. The space dominated mainly by a comfortable looking couch that, fortunately, would be able to sit both Gia and Layla, albeit rather snugly. As Gia set down her handbag and stepped towards the couch Layla scooped up a plush pillow which, with a smirk and with her eyes fixed on Lacy, she placed down knowingly before the couch. “Can I… I mean, would you mind if…” Lacy said softly, biting her lip as the two turned to look at her, expectant. “Yes?” Gia offered helpfully. Lacy blushed crimson, her eyes fixed on Layla, letting out an uncertain little whine before blurting out suddenly, “Can I undress you? Please?” Layla, who had been teens planning on just hiking up her short skirt, grinned and nodded, moving to stand before the much smaller redhead, “Of course you can…” Gia smirked and moved passed them, sinking down into one half of the comfortable seat and relaxing, still clothed herself in her elegant pantsuit, having met Lacy here fresh from work, more than happy to let Lacy explore and discover everything new Layla had to offer. Tentative at first Lacy reached out, her hands coming to rest, have a moment's hesitation, on Layla’s sizable chest, her hands, with fingers splayed pressing in and up, feeling the impressive size and weight of her bust even through the fabric of her faux corset top. “Wow…” Lacy breathed to herself as her fingers moved to the centre and traced down to where the top met the skirt, fingers searching and finding the gap between the two pieces where she hooked her thumbs, beginning to lift up. Layla smirked as she raised her hands up above her head, feeling the tightness of the top as it was worked slowly and intimately up over her curvaceous form, revealing flawless dark chocolate skin that Lacy couldn’t wait to see more of. As it began to move up over the swell of her breasts Layla reached down, knowing the girl would be too short to lift the garment entirely off over her head without the help she now offered. Without protest from Lacy, Layla lifted the top up and off over her head, casting it aside, leaving her standing there naked from the waist up, save for a black and white lace choker around her neck and a garter belt that vanished down under her skirts, doubtless clipped to her black stockings. Lacy stared with wide eyes at the bountiful display before her, the woman's breasts heavy and full on her chest, each one more than a handful for the little redhead and each one tipped by a thick, even darker nipple. “You like what you see,” Layla said plainly, a statement not a question to which Lacy nodded with a sly little smile of her own. “Y-yeah…” She admitted, reaching out and lifting a heavy breast in her palm, feeling it’s warmth and weight more clearly now it was bare, her slender fingers squeezing, kneading the soft flesh and hard nipple, drawing a soft little sigh of pleasure from the taller woman. “Here…” Layla said, reaching out to interlace her fingers in Lacy’s long red hair, cupping her head and pulling her forward, “You’re about to suck my cock, no need to be shy…” Lacy let out a surprised little squeak as she was drawn closer, hardly having to lean down at all to catch the taller woman's nipple between her soft pink lips. “Ah…” Layla moaned, biting her lip as she felt the girl latch on, her tongue almost working on instinct to swirl around and caress the sensitive nub, her cheeks caving in as she sucked hard, feeling the delightful warmth of the breast pressed to her face. “There just like that…” Layla purred, her other hand moving to Lacy’s spare hand, the girl's other hand still groping and squeezing at Layla with a growing desire to please. Slowly she guided the small willing hand towards asian her skirt, letting it rest against the growing length japanese of her cock through the thin fabric. “Feel that?” Layla asked softly, looking across and winking at Gia who, by now, had lost a battle of willpower, fishing out her own impressive length and holding it in her hand, stroking it slowly as she watched the lewd display before her, waiting for what was to come. “Mmm~...” Lacy moaned, her fingers tracing the outline of the length and closing around it through the fabric of her skirts, feeling a contrast that fed the flames of her growing need. The shaft held in her hands was huge, long and girthy beyond anything Lacy had experienced in the past, but at the same time there was a softness to it that that betrayed the fact that it still had some growing to do… Layla smirked playfully as she felt the girls head pull back and, albeit a little reluctantly, she let Lacy pull back, the nipple loudly popping free from between her lips, leaving the breast to bounce and settle, the peak engorged and oriental glistening. “I can’t wait, help me get this off…” Lacy panted, her demeanour beginning to switch up as her lust began to overtake her shyness and doubts, her hands moving to Layla’s skirt, undoing the tie and starting to wiggle it down over her broad hips, struggling to get it over a certain bulge. 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