Anya clutched at the slabs of muscle in Ash's back and shoved herself up so she could see where they were going. Ash opened the laundry room door and strode into what looked, from her upside down point of view, to be a kitchen. Bane came bounding toward them, but one harsh word from Ash had the dog sliding to an undignified stop where he watched them pass silently, his heavy tail thumping against the floor.
"Ash" Anya said tentatively, "what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he replied. "Taking my woman to a proper bed where I'm going to f**k that slippery, tight p***y until neither of us can stand for at least a day."
"Oh," she said, feeling her p***y gush just a little more at his crude words. "It's just, I can walk you know. I think I would prefer to walk actually."
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