I felt his hands on my hips as he slid them up, coming to rest on my collarbones. Indian Sex It felt amazing, him driving into me and holding on with his teeth, probably bruising but I couldn’t care. They were so soft and sweet as he began working his tongue into my mouth. My track coach in particular hates me. I hit the door with a light thud and before I knew it he was surrounding me, an arm on each side of my body, holding the door firmly closed. He took one nipple between his teeth and toyed with it. I giggled, the feeling of happiness and fully sated lust making me giddy. I held on as best I could, he was clearly trying to pound the bed through the floor and use me as a buffer but it felt so good. I backed towards the door, ready to run if this got to personal. When I opened the door I was very surprised to see my coach on the stoop of my apartment.
