<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"That's my girl."</em><br/><br/>Lyla could only grin up at him. He was hot and he wanted her, it was becoming more and more obvious that he did each time she looked down the front of his pants. This time, she caught herself licking her lips even as she teased one dark, swollen nipple with her finger.<br/><br/><em>‘Fuck, I love my job.’ </em>And she did, especially when there was a rich, sexy man staring down at her like he wanted her for dinner. And he could have her, he’d paid the price already, but Lyla was pretty sure he could have had her for free. Especially with how he looked at her now, with how her panties dampened further. She wanted to preen for him, to stretch out and show him just how sexy she was, just how ready for him she was.<br/><br/>But he spoke before she could.<br/><br/><em>"Turn over.  Let me see that magnificent ass of yours again."</em><br/><br/>Another grin and the curvy redhead did just that, rolling onto all fours as gracefully as possible. Beneath her, her breasts swayed seductively. Lyla tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him, wiggling her ass a few times.<br/><br/>Then she reached beneath herself and rubbed one finger over the delicate material of her thong. She brushed it up her slit before darting it beneath the material to caress her clit. The moan she gave was low and deep, arousal filling her eyes and making each breath almost painful.<br/><br/>“Do you like what you see, Mr. Pierce?”