<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">If not for his hand in her hair holding her up, Ayla would have face planted by now, bucking her hips back against him roughly and meeting his thrusts, gasping sharply at each one. Her rhythm broke as he began to tease her ass, moaning softly and pushing back against his finger as if inviting him in.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “ple...please...”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she managed to moan out.</span>