<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla slowly reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck again, hands buried in the long raven locks of his hair, moaning into the kiss. She could barely move, taking most of her energy just to lift her arms up. Moaning into the kiss, she let her body relax, enjoying the aftershocks and sensations of him still pistoning inside of her.</span>