Layla London – Oiled And Fucked POV

Or an alligator – for I never really knew them very well. “For now, we’re looking for a place to take shelter and be safe,” I replied and started along the wall. Or an alligator – for I never really knew them very well. Do you think we’ll make it?” She asked in a whimpering tone, and all her aplomb seemed to suddenly melt away. I tried to dig at its base, but encountered the same hard material everywhere. “Have you had time to look around more closely?” I asked her concerned. As usual, I’ll forget about these vows as soon as I get to the club with the guys. Sometimes I thought that without the pools, we would have fallen prey to the big carnivores long ago. I slept – a restless sleep, from which I was awakened by Laura’s high-pitched screams. Sort of a modern day Adam and Eve, assuming we’re allowed to remake the myth… Or at least that’s what the people who had locked us in here thought. At one point he blinked and his eyes locked on me.