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As far as I'm concerned, her sweet little body belongs to me, BellDonn, and MY pleasure alone. As I watched her friends, they left her for a bit. It looked like they were going for a drink and she hadn't finished the one in her hands so for the moment she was all alone.I came up behind her and started pressing myself into her, moving in rhythm with her, and I waited to see if she would grind back without even knowing who it was. I was pleased to see her try to look but I made sure she couldn't see me. My one hand was on her bare midriff low pulling her into me and the other hand I put on her throat to tilt her head back and to the side. Granted, she probably knew it was me but she couldn't have been sure. I held her firmly and kept moving until she relaxed and started grinding in to me. I moved my hand up her face and touched her eyes indicating she was to close them and she complied, then I moved her to a different part of the dance floor where her friends wouldn't find her.I knew. I was shivering with fear and cold. He must be thinking I am his wife (mil) and kissed me on my neck.I was shocked tried to get away, but he hold my right breasts and with his right arm, he slide form my left shoulder and directly inside my blouse, started crushing my breast. While sleeping I don’t wear underwear (no bra no panty), my left bare naked breast was in his hard and thick hands. He started crushing hard and with other hand he started move to my pussy over sari.I tried to protest but now he pulled me under him and under the blanket he climbed on my body. I started melting under him, he started kissing my body and tore my blouse, I didn’t move and let him ram my tender body under his hard muscles.I started making noise of heavy breath, he started kissing me at lips, I don’t know when my tong went inside his mouth and I started kissing him passionately.He pulled my sari up and found my wet pussy. It was stopped since many days and now it was free flow to my thighs. He pushed.
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