He pulled on the rings as they walked, and at first, she gasped, but as he stretched them out further, her gasp turned into a whimper which turned int... a cry. By the time they reached the library, she was sobbing, and his cock was hard. As they stood in the doorway, he didnt release the rings, but he moved around to her front, crossing his arms and pulling her into the room. He shifted his grip so that the thumb and pinkie of his right hand were holding the nipple rings, and he dropped his left. "That's true, but that was before - I'm a MAN, you know. I'm notSUPPOSED to have something going INTO me!" Would you like to go into the hallway and take a poll on that? Damn,that hurts!" I am sorry," I told her. "It was just a reflex action." Those are some reflexes you have!" Jill remarked, and between the toneof her voice and her wounded expression I just had to laugh."It's not funny!" She protested. "Now I know why guys wear those sillycups and supporters when they play sports." Well. Ek din maine mami se kaha ki Mami apse apani personal baate share kr sakta hu to unhone thoda sochte hue kaha ha kyu nhi kro ….aise hi baate hoti rehti thi kbhi vo meri gf k baare poochti to kabhi mai unke before marriage k bf’s k baare me poochta..Ek din mere dil me aaya k Mami ko ab propose krunga aur shaam hote hi naine call ki Mami ko thode haal chaaal liye aur ek dum se I Love You bol diya…fir mami ne kaha ye kya keh rhe ho dimaag thikaaane pe to h na tmhara to maine kaha ha mami aap. Millimeter by millimeter, he'd work his way inside her, feeling her gorgeous pink pussy flood, then expand. Then tighten again, grasping, caressing.Fuck, she was hot!It had taken them a few months to figure it out: The way she liked to come was straddling him facing away from him, her golden hair cascading down her perfect, graceful back, her soft, soft soles turned up, her perfectly pedicured toes wiggling near his chest. Sometimes, when she was wearing strappy sandals, he'd have the heel.