He pressed the ring back inside her. From pink cleft, it dropped, alighting on the wrinkled skin of his swaying sack, before elongating and stretching toward the floor. To the other person, it was a gift from a grandparent that signified the first letter of her name. Grunts passed through his gnashed teeth. It nearly made it to the floor in one long string, before breaking and joining the previous offering. Thighs and buttocks clenched like knotted rope, fighting the unwanted penetration. He began to suck in slow ragged breaths. He leaned backwards to push his hips forward. Her washboard belly clenched, as did her robust sphincter. Every painful and slow millimeter gained, felt like being immersed in a warm fluid of pleasure inducing euphoria. Her teeth also gnashed, her head thrown up and back, eyes screwed shut. Entry was slow, the flared head stretching the pink ring slowly and unyieldingly, like the incoming tide.
