<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"Mm, then consider her nothing but a memory for the rest of the evening."</em><br/><br/>For Lyla, everything that happened earlier was already a distant memory. Nicole, the job … she’d forgotten everything but the money. Lyla wasn’t the sort to forget the money, no matter how amazing a kisser the john was. And this one was pretty amazing with his lips; she really hoped he was that amazing with everything else.<br/><br/>When his hands rand down the curve of her back, Lyla arched like a cat. The move left her body pressing even closer against Bryce. She wanted closer, she wanted no barriers, if he fucked like he kissed … well she wanted that too. So she kissed him, eagerly with tongue, as he slipped her free of her bra.<br/><br/>At the flick of his wrist her breasts tumbled free of the white girlish material; they were large but not overly so. Youth kept them high, firm, and a personal favorite of most of her clients. She watched him admire her, watched him take in the swell of her rose capped breasts, all the while a sense of pride swelled inside her. She might not be the most educated or the smartest young woman she knew … but she had a killer body.<br/><br/>When he stepped behind her, the anticipation heightened. It was always good, in Lyla’s opinion, to have a john that didn’t expect her to be wet from the get go. It was nice to have one who took his time about things. The redhead gasped when he reached around her and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples hardened against his palm and she leaned back against him. The moan that came next was low and seductive, the damp spot on the silk between her thighs grew larger.<br/><em><br/>"God, you are just what I've been wanting."<br/></em><br/>Another moan as her hands reached back. She needed to touch him, wanted to touch him, so she grabbed his hips and pulled his groin tight against her round, writhing ass.<br/><br/>“I … I’m … glad.”<br/><br/>"What else have you been wanting, baby?"