Layla was crouched down, struggling with a stack of boxes. She was trying to lift one, but it looked heavier than she expected. From where I stood, I had a clear view of her posture, and yeah… she wasn't exactly dressed to hide anything.
She wore a tight, sleeveless top that clung to her figure, stretching slightly over her belly, and a pair of short, fitted shorts that rode up just enough to draw attention. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that felt intentional, even if she wasn't trying to show off. Even from the side, the shape of her full tits were noticeable, the neckline dipping just enough to make it hard not to look.
"Let me," I said as I walked up to her.
I reached down and took the box from her hands before she could protest. It was heavier than it looked, but manageable.
She looked up at me with a small smile at first, still crouched on the floor. Then recognition hit, and her expression shifted to surprise.
"Where?" I asked, adjusting my grip.
"Huh?"
