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Layla doesn't care about her glare, and she certainly doesn't care about being naked. It's natural and, anyway, she is aware that her body is good, even if it's not the best, at least it is better than Wendy's. She grabs Jake's shirt and slips it on herself. She loves wearing his clothes, it makes her truly appreciate the massive size difference between the two of them. Her juices are running down her inner thighs, but it is very obviously missing his. Layla walks towards the door. It is obvious that Wendy is here for her. She would have to be as brain-dead as Wendy herself if she didn't come to that conclusion. Wendy could come any time, but only comes the day that Layla is here. Wendy looks at Jake's shirt over Layla's body and wants to rip it off her. What right does she have to we