Layla looked more like a pornstar and less of an alien. She waved her hands to her face to clear off her sweaty face and then brushed her hair. The rest of her sweat went to her busty-tanned-lean-curvy frame. She glowed with it and John sitting covered his lower area which was growing.
John felt himself about to moan but stopped it. 'she couldn't like you, you're an overweight guy.' he thought to himself.
"John you look tense." she said as she looked at you. She looked concerned and walked over to him. "Is something wrong?"
"Uh gulp yeah sure." John trembled as she got too close. John got up.
"Listen Layla you are a beautiful woman and i just...appreciate...you a lot" John was never good at giving compliments, this was one of those moments.
"Your pheromones...i can sense them John" she gave him a 'i know what's really happening' look. "Believe me i can give pleasure human females can never hope to achieve...and i cannot share that pleasure with you John."
"Uh what?" John was confused.
"I'm not the woman for you someone else is." she said. "and you have to earn it. Siri told you to gain more weight and earn the love of the most beautiful and sexiest member of our tribe."
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