Raping the Drunk teacher Part 2
“Help anybody! Mayank Ria please help me.” Mrs Rawat, the school teacher I’d just raped, screamed at the top of her voice as the rustling of leaves informed my hyperactive senses that she was being dragged away. I could see neither till a silhouette appeared in the square of light, dragging another writhing one behind it. In a moment, both were gone. I stared into the dark garden, her screams almost inaudible now. Should I follow her ? Or should I return to the party ? Before I could decide, my dick was leading me across the dark garden towards the light-filled orifice. It appeared to grow in size as I approached it, the garden becoming all the more dark as my eyes adjusted to the light. I failed to see where I was walking, …