She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face. “Brian, what are you doing here so late?” She smiled Irresistibly at me. “I t...hought I was the only one so late in the library.” I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire, and offered her the can. Walking towards me, she laughed and said, “I love Coca-Cola. Thanks.” She took it From my hand and drank, “I always liked the shape of the old fashioned bottles, but now you barely ever see them any more.” She handed the can to me,. She was driving her body down onto him without thought to how hard he was hitting her uterus. She was not all that deep, and he still had half his cock hanging out when he bottomed against her cervix. It hurt her each time, but she didn't care. She wanted him satisfied, and would do anything it took to accomplish that. When she began to cum, her cunt muscles clamped down on his cock, but, because she was on top, she had the leverage and power to continue her thrusting. The friction on his cock. I had a beautiful view of her breasts with mangalsutra hanging between then.I kissed the mangalsutra to which I was getting crazy and started pressing her right boob with my hand without touching her nipple which made her more horny and was licking her left boob.she unbuttoned my pant and pulled it away.My jockey was filled with my precum.she didnt touch or play with my penis but she doesnt want me to have a piece of cloth on my body.later on she told me that she doesnt like to blow or play. Her first words had tolled, clear as church bells on Sunday, across the small apartment. Their significance had not been lost on the denizens of Rick's living room. With eyes opening wide, and their intoxicated senses clearing rapidly, they leaned slightly forward. Their mouths were closed tight and not a sound escaped from any of the three seated in various poses of astonishment. Their ears snatched Carmella's every spoken word out of the pregnant air. Their eyes strained to seize even the.