Hovering above the whorl of Kelsea’s belly-button, Stanley’s cock dispensed a constant stream of pre-cum with every thrust.Tears worked their way ...nto Kelsea’s eyes. I’m going to be raped. I’m going to be raped. It seemed impossible to prepare herself for the inevitable, no matter how many times she repeated those horrific words in her mind.Lifting her head, Kelsea watched her last line of defense—the pair of tasteful white panties, donned so innocently hours prior—disappear down her legs and. She broke the kiss after a moment. “I didn’t think you were going to do that?” “Why?” I asked. “I don’t know.” I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. Our lips met again, this time, my tongue slowly parting her lips. When her tongue touched mine, an electric jolt passed through me. My hand reached up to the back of her head, her hair splaying through my fingers. She broke the kiss again. “That was nice.” I nodded, grabbed her hand and led her to the picnic table. I leaned. Mee uthoon ubha rahilo. Mala valtle ata gammat sampli, karan atyane jhavoon ghetle hote. Majha lund ghadyalachya lolaka sarkha lombat hota. Mee short hatat ghetli. Atya mhanali, ‘Short kashala ghaltos?’ Mee mhatle, ‘Ata jhale na? Ata jhopuya kee…’ Atya hasoon mhanali, ‘Are atta tar survat ahe. Ha jhala trailer. Ajoon akhkhi movie baki ahe. Thamb, short nake ghaloo….’Mag atyane majhya kade nirkhoon pahayla survat keli. Majhya ekeka bhagavaroon tichi najar phirat hoti. Majhe kamavlele shareer. If any lone girls, married woman are interested, feel free to leave me a message at Now, coming to the story how I encountered this real life experience. It was in the month of Jan 2016, I subscribed myself into a dating platform. Initially, I sent and received a couple of requests and chatted with a couple of girls from Delhi and other cities. The experience on the dating platform was quite laid back until I came across the lady named Sakshi. She was a married woman from NCR region and we both.