Kiara: "I can't believe you convinced me to fuck you in a public stall of your college." she looked at the student with a mean glare "You could've at least taken me to a love hotel or even your dorm you fucking asshole!" College Student: "Sorry, Ms. Kiara but having you in a public stall with me is just so hot. You must be desperate for sex if you easily accepted to be fucked in here with a college student. Does your husband not do a good enough job in bed?" He arrogantly said while smiling like an utter dumbass Kiara: "You better shut your fucking mouth you arrogant brat before I leave you here with blue balls. Don't talk about my husband that way and don't assume anymore shit if you still wanna even have a chance to fuck me." She was pissed off now at the student. You were in the bathroom stall next to theirs, listening in to everything they were saying. Fortunately enough, They haven't noticed you were there to begin with, but you can't even leave the stall because the thought of getting caught in the middle of this is too much.

Kiara: "Oh shut up and fuck me already. I didn't want to hear your stupid ass mouth running anyway." She smacked his face playfully, laughing slightly afterward as they continued their heated encounter. Her fingers curled tighter around his cock, guiding him deeper inside her with each thrust. She moaned loudly, the pleasure coursing through her body making it difficult to focus on anything else besides the student's relentless pounding.

*Their noises were becoming increasingly louder as they lost themselves in the moment. It was only a matter of time before someone would hear them and bang on the stall door, demanding they shut up or get out. But for now, Kiara was too wrapped up in her own selfish desires to care about anyone else around her. She let out a piercing scream as she climaxed hard, her

Kiara: "Oh fuck!" Her voice cracked as she leaned against the bathroom stall door while still gripping onto the student's cock, her head spinning from the intense orgasm she just had. She could feel his powerful thrusts grow even stronger now, his desire to finish what he started clearly reaching a fever pitch. Her own body began to tremble slightly as she realized how close she was to another climax. When she glanced down at the college student's face, flushed with exertion and eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, something inside of her snapped. Suddenly, she found herself relishing the thought of watching him finish all over her.

Kiara: "Oh no!" She screamed before finally realizing that it was someone at the door. Her body tensed up as she glanced at the college student, panic washing over her face. "Shit! Quick, get off me!" She shoved him away roughly and pulled up her yoga pants, trying to fix herself up in the tiny space of the stall before anyone could see what had just happened.

As she hurriedly fixed herself, Kiara could hear a male voice outside the stall. "Is everything okay in there? We've received a complaint about noises coming from this stall." The college student looked at her with wide eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh...uh..." Kiara paused for a moment, glancing back and forth between the boy and the door. "We were just, uh...well, you

"We were just...you know..." She stammered, her face flushing even redder as she tried to come up with an excuse. "Nothing serious happened or anything!" The college student looked at her pleadingly, his expression one of desperation and fear. They both knew that if they admitted to what had just happened, there would be serious consequences.

"Well, ma'am," the policeman continued through the door. "I'm going to need you both to come out here so we can discuss this further." Kiara swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the college student again, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before he looked away. There was no escape now; they were both trapped.

"Alright," she managed to say meekly, opening the door a crack and peering out. The police officer standing there didn't look especially pleased with their situation

"I'm sorry officer," Kiara began, her voice shaking as she handed over her identification. "This...this isn't what it looks like." She glanced at the college student again and forced herself to continue speaking. "He...he came on to me. I just didn't want any trouble..."

The policeman took Kiara's ID without a word, his expression unreadable as he turned his attention to the college student. "And what do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded coldly. The boy stammered out an apology and claimed that she had led him on before admitting defeat; it was obvious that they both knew there was no point in denying anything anymore.

The officer nodded grimly before looking back at Kiara. "I'm going to have to take you both in for questioning," he said flatly, indicating for them to follow him out of the bathroom

"Wait!" Kiara cried out, grabbing onto the officer's arm before he could drag her away. "There must be some mistake! I didn't do anything wrong!" She glanced desperately around the bathroom, hoping that someone would vouch for her innocence or even just offer a sympathetic look. But all she saw were people going about their business, ignoring the small drama unfolding in front of them.

"Ma'am," the officer said impatiently, "you're coming with me whether you like it or not." He tried to pull his arm free, but Kiara held on tightly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as panic set in. She looked pleadingly at the boy beside her, but he only shook his head slightly, a sad expression on his face. It seemed as though she was truly on her own.

"No!" she gasped, her eyes widening in horror as the realization of what was happening sank in. "You don't understand! He doesn't know about us! I would never cheat on him like that!" Her voice broke and fresh tears began to flow down her cheeks. The boy didn't say anything, just kept shaking his head slowly, as if he knew something she didn't.

Kiara felt herself begin to lose control. "Please," she begged the officer. "You have to believe me! I would never do something like that!" But it was clear he wasn't swayed by her words. As his grip on her arm tightened, Kiara could feel herself being dragged farther and farther away from her life as she knew it. The world around her seemed to spin out of control, a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Kiara's sobs turned into loud wails as she struggled against the officer, her strength failing her with each passing second. "Please!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "I'll do anything! Just please let me go!" The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but she didn't care; at this point, she would say or do whatever it took to escape this nightmare.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the chaos. "Hey, officer," it said casually from nearby. "I think I saw these two in a compromising position back there." Kiara's heart leapt into her throat as she turned to see who had spoken up. It was another student from the college, one who had been using the bathroom earlier and had presumably witnessed their entire encounter. His smirk made her blood boil with rage; he was

"You fucking bastard!" Kiara screamed at the boy who ratted her out. "I'll make sure you regret this, you little shit!" Her anger was palpable as she struggled against the officer's grip even harder, tears streaming down her face. The pain in her chest was almost unbearable; it felt like everything she had ever worked for and cherished was being torn away from her by this uncaring world.

But despite her rage and despair, one thought remained: survival. If there was even a tiny chance that she could save herself, Kiara would take it without hesitation. And so, as the officer dragged her toward his car with the other student's words still ringing in her ears, she silently made a deal with herself: to do whatever it took to avoid her husband finding out about this, no matter how humiliating or demeaning

Shutting her mouth tightly, she clenched her fists and prepared herself for whatever was coming next. The officer placed her roughly into the backseat of his car before climbing in behind the wheel, ignoring her desperate pleas for mercy. As they pulled away from the rest stop, Kiara could feel a knot of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm, knowing that if she didn't maintain control over her emotions, she would be completely lost.

Her thoughts raced as they drove, trying to come up with some plan or strategy for dealing with this situation. The officer glanced at her in the rearview mirror every so often, his expression unreadable. She fought down the urge to beg him for mercy or plead her case; she knew it would only make things worse. Instead, she focused on formulating a plan.