<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">Because of those eyes, the looks from both Brad and Cole, Ashlyn remembered herself and where she was and gained some control over her body. Her hand removed itself from her pants and she pressed her hands flat against the wall as if in restraint. The look from Cole had replaced a small portion of her lust with indignation and anger. That look had seemed so condescending among other things and it had drawn her back to her senses-even if only slightly. She wouldn't indulge herself, no, she would just be a spectator. But as Cole slipped inside the tightness of Brad's ass and gave a cheek a light spank, she found herself  swallowing. <br/>
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She was losing the fight with herself and she knew that Cole had wanted her to lose- and without doing anything to her- she was going to lose. She cursed her hormones as she closed her eyes to the sight a moment and let the noise fill her head. A stuttering breath left her as each sound sent pulses of desire and desperate want straight to her swollen and drenched sex. How much more of this could she take before she lost it completely? She didn't know, but she was desperately fighting it regardless.​</div></span>