The prince was good so far, she hoped that would hold true.  If both he and Aisha had been virgins when they were put together, which she found truly odd… why had not a consort been trained by men on how to please the prince properly? What did a virgin truly know of how to move her body?  She certainly hadn't when she'd gotten married… well, a few weeks before when he had come to her, unable to keep his hands and passion away from her another moment. Those would be questions for the other female later on.<br/><br/>He turned them, moving their position and Layla felt her butt hit the edge of the bed.  Her breasts pushed harder against her chest with each rolling thrust that he gave her.  She let her head fall back as he stood up, her body arched as she thought nothing of the pillows other than that they were there on the bed.<br/><br/>Layla moaned as he explored her breasts, not thinking ill of Aisha for having normal sized ones, she thought Aisha was beaut- better stop thinking about her, lest she start crying again.<br/><br/>As he began to pump his hips, she kissed him, feeling a little funny in her tummy about him doing that as she wasn't used to being kissed anymore. Whining into the kiss she grabbed her own legs and pulled them back, knees by her shoulders and her elbows over the backside of her thighs, spreading herself widely for him and letting him have every inch that he wanted to take, so that he could focus on his pleasure.<br/>