His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as he twisted his hips and ground himself against her. Indian sex “Twist my nipples between your fingers while pinching them.”
He obeyed her request, savoring her irrational exclamations of delight. She was in excruciating pain and had a temperature. Amber and John exchanged a smile. Her hips were grinding harder into his as she sobbed his name. Then he pushed his underwear and pants halfway down his thick thighs, raising his hips in the process. That afternoon, she found herself fighting back tears for the zillionth time. His neck was taut from the strain as he slammed his head back against the seat, but she held on tight as his hips powered through his release. Simultaneously, his hands slipped beneath her skirt and ran up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass.
