And to heat up everything else, we were in the college library and we could get caught!. I started caressing her and my tool was hard as rock. She was...already letting out soft moans. I started kissing her neck and my hand was all over her body. Then I started humping her. She loved that feeling. In the small space, I was moving my groin deeper between her legs and she kept hugging me tighter.We were so hot, she was so aroused, I had never seen her cleavage that way before. I started squeezing. Lekin ek baat batao mere liye tumhare dil me itna pyaar tha to tumne pehle mujhe mana kyu kiya?Mummy-to kya karti vijay ji mere andar ki pativrata aurat mujhe ye ijajat nahi de rahi thi ki varun ke papa ko chodkar me aapko sweekar karu dil me kai saare sawaal uthe raatbhar mene.Bahot socha dil ne jawaab diya ki varun ke papa ne mujhe kabhi kaabil samjha hi nahi hamesha wo mujhpar shaq karte rahe na unhone mera khyaal rakha na mujhe pyaar diya.issliye me aaj dil se aapko sweekar karti hu. Lekin. “What?”“Hit me! Slap my face. Call me a slut. Tell me hate this life growing inside me!”The man isn’t against violence. He knows it is useful at certain times—he had to do it before with his father. But hitting a woman—a girl—especially during sex, during a most intimate time with someone, and while they’re pregnant has never crossed his mind before. Yet she is adamant and just the desperate tone of her voice tells him that she is completely serious. So he slaps her face.Carrie grits her teeth. "You," Laura said as, with Janet only half turned, she leaned over the parking brake and, pulling the younger woman to her, kissed her softly. It was a gentle kiss, at least at first, much like the one they'd shared outside her house.That changed, however, with the second kiss, and then the third, each becoming more intimate than the one that preceded it, their lips brushing together and the tips of their tongues sliding against each other.The first kiss had taken Janet by surprise, determined.