<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s first instinct was to protest, to push back, but she also knew the mood he was in. instead pouting a little that he’d stopped what he was doing to give her orders, slowly unwrapping her legs from around his waist and sliding to the ground. Her legs almost gave way, managing to stumble over to the couch, crawling onto it and hoping he’d only take a split second to do whatever it was he intended. She wanted him back inside of her, fucking her till she couldn't even remember her own name.</span>