The tattooed man cursed Layla over and over again as he walked away from her.
—You can't even control a woman. You're not a man,— the scar man said as he let go of the other man's hand.
—Look at that b***h. She's beautiful. I wonder if she's hot,— the tattooed man hinted with a burning look.
—Stop thinking so much and go get the camera,— the voice of the man driving was heard in the distance.
Layla was even more nervous. She knew that the man who had tried to grope her was undoubtedly the worst of them all, so she began to tremble.
The men's boss had ordered them to take some pictures of her first, and then maybe they could do with her body what they wanted.
However, for the moment, they were only to concentrate on the pictures. but the tattooed man was f****d up and impatient.
