“Are you crying before I’ve even snapped you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I love making men cry. You know that.” She let the band slip off the tip of her finger. The band snapped against his member and didn’t, right away, seem to produce much of an effect. Then Alex winced and leaned forward, bending his knees. Eyes closed, he panted through his pain. “Where is Cute Thing going? We’re not done.”
“Oh, please, Kimberly,” Alex said, but stood straight again, returning his member to where she could reach.
“We still have…”—she picked through the rubber bands on her knee—”six to go. I need to know which ones are most fun.” She selected a smaller green one that felt fairly loose. She quickly gave Alex a snap with it. He groaned, but she could tell it didn’t hurt him as badly. She tossed it
