In the heart of the city, there was a high-rise apartment building, home to a diverse group of people. Among them was a middle-eastern woman named Layla, a 28-year-old brunette with long, flowing hair and a captivating smile. Layla had a petite frame, with small, perky breasts that were the perfect size for a man’s hands. She lived alone and enjoyed the freedom that came with it.
One Friday night, Layla decided to treat herself to a relaxing evening in. She had just finished a long week of work and was looking forward to a quiet night alone. She dimmed the lights in her bedroom, slipped into her favorite silk nightgown, and crawled into bed.
As she lay there, she couldn’t help but feel a little restless. She reached for her phone and began scrolling through her social media feed, when she came across a photo of her ex-boyfriend, Hassan. He was with his new girlfriend, and they looked happy together. Layla felt a pang of jealousy, but she quickly shook it off. She didn’t need a man to make her happy.
