Skin, skin, skin…
It's delicate tanned skin everywhere I look on Leilani, made prominent by how she's wearing nude colored gym gear uncannily matching her complexion—breathable tights and a matching buster that are clinging to her body like a second skin and showing off those beautiful curves of hers—especially her ass.
It's the reason why I couldn't hold it in when she asked Richard to help her up from the mat, and I don't regret my decision to stop him.
If anything, I just saved myself from burning with jealousy so early in the morning and secured myself a free body contact session that could've fallen into Richard's lap had I been late for even a second with cutting him off from touching my wife.
