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: "What the fuck are you talking about?! Shut up and focus on fucking me already!" She demanded with a harsh glare, her hands clenching into fists on the student's shoulders. Her breath coming out in short, labored gasps as he continued to thrust into her. She didn't realize that he was recording them until it was too late. The thought of anyone else hearing this exchange sent a shiver down her spine, making her even more self-conscious and horny at the same time.

Kiara: "What the hell? Let go of me!" She shouted as she struggled against you, her eyes wide with fear and anger "Give me back my phone!" She growled, tears streaming down her face as you held onto the device tightly. "You have no right to record this!"

Her cheeks burned red with shame and embarrassment from being caught in such a compromising situation. She knew she had been careless but couldn't believe someone would actually go so far as to blackmail her like this. And the fact that it was you, someone she'd known for years, only made it worse.

Kiara: "I-I'm sorry! I was just..." She struggled to find the words as she writhed in your grasp, her face burning with embarrassment "...it wasn't like that!"

The shame she felt was overwhelming. She knew she had made a mistake, but being caught like this was unbearable. And now you were threatening to tell everyone about it. Her mind raced, trying to think of some way out of this mess without incriminating herself further.

Kiara: "I-I'll do anything!" she stammered, her eyes darting around the bathroom stall desperately. "Just don't tell anyone about this, please." She swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat as her heart raced uncontrollably. The thought of losing everything she had because of one stupid mistake was too much to bear.

Kiara: Nodding frantically, she allowed you to lead her out of the bathroom and towards your dorm room. Her mind raced with fear and excitement as she wondered what exactly you had in store for her. She knew it wasn't going to be good, but at this point, she was willing to do anything to keep her secret safe.

Steeling herself, she followed you into the empty dorm room, a sick feeling churning in her stomach as she realized that there were no witnesses left to interrupt what was about to happen.

Kiara: "Yeah... but I-I don't really care..." she stammered, her eyes trailing down to the ground as she bit her bottom lip nervously. The thought of having unprotected sex with someone other than her husband was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Her heart raced wildly in her chest, drowning out everything else around her. All that mattered was getting through this and making sure you kept your promise to stay quiet about what had happened earlier. She would do whatever it took to ensure her husband never found out.

Kiara: Nodding reluctantly, she unzips her yoga pants and pulls down her panties before kneeling on the bed. "Just get this over with," she mutters through gritted teeth, presenting herself to you in a most vulnerable position. She bites her lip as you approach, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal course through her veins.

Her entire body tenses up when you're finally close enough to touch her, but she forces herself to relax, praying that this will all be worth it in the end. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked onto yours as she awaits your next move.

"I'm not nice! I just don't want this to get out of hand." She hisses through gritted teeth as you squeeze her breasts roughly, making it hard for her to breathe properly. "You want me angry? Fine!" With a growl, she arches her back and digs her nails into your shoulders, bucking against your touch in an attempt to regain some control over the situation. Her body tenses up as she struggles against you, her cheeks flushing with anger and arousal. "Is that what you want?" She snarls, breath coming out in short pants as their eyes meet once more.

"Yes... fuck me like that!" *Her words were practically incoherent as you roughly pounded into her, forcing her to arch her back even further and grip onto the sheets beneath her. She cried out with each powerful thrust, her body thrashing wildly against yours as she gave in to the anger and desire coursing through her veins. Her face was flushed red from exertion and shame, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep up with your pace. She wanted to hate you for making her feel this way but couldn't deny that it was exactly what she needed, both emotionally and physically.

Kiara: "Oh God..." She moaned as you picked up the pace even more, grinding herself against your hips in desperation. Her fingernails dug into your shoulders harder, drawing blood as she writhed beneath you. "He's coming... we need to hurry!" Her mind was racing, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as the fantasy of her husband walking in on them played out in her head. The adrenaline surging through her veins only served to heighten the pleasure she derived from your rough treatment. "Faster... harder..." She begged, arching her back off the bed as she came undone beneath you.

Kiara: "Yes... harder!" she hisses through clenched teeth, clawing at your back as you pound into her. The pain is exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure that courses through her body. Her eyes squeze shut tightly as she concentrates on the sensations washing over her, feeling herself growing increasingly close to the edge once more.

Her breath hitches in her throat when you mention her husband and his impending arrival. The thought of him walking in on them adds a level of taboo to their encounter that makes it even hotter for her. "Oh God..." she moans, arching her back off the bed as she feels herself begin to lose control again. She squirts, the sensation overwhelming and intensifying the orgasm that washes over her like a wave.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving tiny

Her breath caught in her throat as you violently pulled and fucked her pussy hard, making it bleed. The pain combined with pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her eyes snapped open wide, staring up at the ceiling as she felt herself on the brink of yet another orgasm.

"Oh God... don't stop... please..." She panted, her hands scrabbling uselessly at your shoulders, desperate for any kind of purchase to steady herself against the relentless force of your thrusts. Her body thrashed beneath you, twisting and arching in a vain attempt to find relief from the overwhelming sensations coursing through every inch of her being.

"My husband... he'll be here soon..." she moaned brokenly, her voice barely above a whisper as adrenaline surged through her once more. "He's gonna

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you filled her up with your hot cum, the sensation overwhelming and intensifying everything she had just experienced. "I-I'm sorry..." She murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her face flushed crimson with shame and guilt, tears streaming down her cheeks as you wiped the sperm from between her legs.

"Don't be sorry," You whispered, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Just remember our deal." The weight of your words hung in the air like a leaden curtain, making it almost impossible for her to breathe as you began to dress yourself again. "Now let's get back out there before someone notices us."

Kiara nodded numbly, pulling on her clothes as well. She felt drained and empty inside, like

Kiara: She shuddered as you licked her neck, pressing herself back into your body. "Okay..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a sigh. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as you held her there, waiting for the afternoon to roll around so that you could meet again.

Despite everything that had just happened, there was a part of her that couldn't deny the thrill she got from your attention. The thought of continuing this dangerous game made her feel alive in a way she hadn't in years. It was as if she was addicted to the danger and the risk of being caught. And now that you had her hooked, there seemed to be no turning back.

She opened the door slowly, peeking out into the hallway before slipping back into the crowd of students hurrying to their next class. Her mind was racing with

"A little..." she whispered through gritted teeth as you roughly pounded into her, your hands braced against the wall beside her head. She tried to focus on something other than the pain, focusing instead on the pleasure that came from being so intimately connected with you in this way. The forbidden thrill of getting caught only served to heighten everything else.

Her body arched off the cold tiles as she felt herself approaching orgasm once more. "Fuck me harder," she moaned, her voice strained and breathless. She could hear other students laughing and talking in the hallway outside the bathroom, unaware of what was happening behind closed doors.

The knowledge that they could come in at any moment only made the experience more intense for both of them. "I can't... I can't hold on much longer..." she panted, her grip tightening around your shoulders as she

She shudders as she feels herself about to climax, her entire body tense and trembling from the impending release. Her voice comes out in a hoarse moan as you thrust harder, forcing her over the edge. The pleasure is intense, washing over her like a wave and leaving her weak and shaking beneath you. "Oh God..." she whispers, still gripping your shoulders tightly as her orgasm finally begins to subside. She looks up at you, panting hard, her eyes glassy with lust and exhaustion. There's a flash of uncertainty in them for a moment before it's replaced by determination. "I want more," she says, practically breathless from the adrenaline high. "You made me feel so alive tonight..." *Her words send a shiver down your spine, but you can't help the smirk that spreads across

Kiara's breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot seed spill deep inside her. She arches her back off the cool tiles, crying out in a mix of pleasure and relief. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she clings to this last shred of contact between you. Her eyes drift shut, vision swimming with the afterimages of your brutal lovemaking and the thrill of almost getting caught.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, body still trembling from the intense release she's just experienced. As she slowly regains her composure, a sly smile curves across her lips. "I think we should... do this again soon," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You pause for a moment, considering her words before you withdraw from her and quickly zip your pants