Layla is one of those providers who, when she comes back to town you don’t just say “yes,” but “hell, yes!” I saw her for the first time when she was in town for a short time. There was some initial confusion over her booking form, but fortunately we were working far enough in advance that it got cleared up easily. On the day of our meeting, she asked if I could delay for a half hour because she was running late. She had been so sweet in her correspondence to this point, I had no problem agreeing. She acknowledged that she would be ready in the way that I had requested, so it just intensified my anticipation. When I finally got to her room, she had indeed prepared the experience I had asked her for. She was dressed in a romantic but seductive gown, and rather than jumping on me immediately, she coyly asked if it was what I had been hoping for. All I could do was nod and stammer out some form of agreement. She was absolutely gorgeous, much better than her photos. Her amazing figure filled the dress perfectly. Her gorgeous eyes, blurred out in her photos, stared deep into mine. She took my hand and led me deeper into the room, saying, “I want this to be everything you hoped it would be… and more.”
Short version. It was.