The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Monika's bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the tangled sheets where Abir lay naked, his muscular frame glistening with sweat. Beside him, Bristi, Lina, and Monika sprawled equally bare, their bodies a map of desire and exhaustion from their earlier frenzied encounter. Bristi's voluptuous form, with her large, heaving breasts rising and falling, bore red marks from their lustful assault. Lina's slimmer, toned figure, her perky breasts still flushed, rested against the pillow, while Monika's athletic build, her full breasts marked with faint bruises, leaned close to Abir. The air was thick with the scent of sex and anticipation, their breaths heavy as Abir's lustful eyes scanned the trio. With a low, predatory growl, he spoke, "Now it's my turn."
Monika, her voice a sultry challenge, sat up slightly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and defiance. "Behold, ladies! You are about to lose your mind." Abir smirked, a dark promise in his gaze, his arousal surging as he rose from the bed, his erect manhood a testament to his unrelenting desire.
Without warning, he grabbed Bristi, pulling her onto her back with rough hands, her scream—"Ahh!"—cutting through the room as he entered her with a deep, brutal thrust, his rage-fueled force making her large breasts bounce wildly. "Mmm, Abir, yes!" she moaned at first, her hips bucking to meet him, but as he pounded into her with savage intensity, her cries turned to pleas—"Ohh, stop, please!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her body shuddering under his relentless assault. He didn't listen, his hands squeezing her breasts with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, her nipples hardening under his rough grip as he thrust deeper, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—echoing.
Abir flipped Bristi onto her stomach, entering from behind with a brutal plunge, each deep thrust a punishing claim that made her scream—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her breasts pressed into the mattress, bouncing with each slam, her second breaking point a desperate wail, her body trembling as he continued, his rage unyielding.
He dragged her to a chair, binding her wrists with a scarf, thrusting upward with savage speed, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her third breaking point a hoarse cry, her breasts jiggling as he squeezed them, his hands rough on her hips.
Next, he turned to Lina, yanking her up by her arms, her scream—"Ahh!"—piercing as he pinned her against the wall, entering her with a deep, rage-filled thrust, her perky breasts bouncing with each brutal stroke. "Ohh, Abir, yes!" she gasped initially, her toned body arching, but her pleas soon followed—"Please, stop!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her juices coating him. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples with savage force, her screams—"Ahhh, no!"—filling the room as he thrust deeper.
Abir lifted her legs, thrusting with grinding brutality, her moans—"Mmm, too deep!"—her second breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts bouncing against the wall, his hands gripping her butt with bruising intensity.
He threw her to the floor, entering from above with relentless force, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her third breaking point a guttural moan, her body quaking as he destroyed her, his rage-fueled thrusts unceasing.
Finally, he seized Monika, pulling her onto the bed, her scream—"Ahh!"—sharp as he entered her with a deep, brutal thrust, her full breasts bouncing wildly with each savage stroke. "Mmm, Abir, yes!" she moaned at first, her athletic body meeting his, but her pleas soon emerged—"Please, stop!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him. His hands squeezed her breasts with rough force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—echoing as he thrust deeper.
Abir bound her wrists with a belt, thrusting from behind with savage speed, her moans—"Ohh, too much!"—her second breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts jiggling as he squeezed them.
He dragged her to a bedside table, bending her over, thrusting with brutal depth, her screams—"Ahhh, stop!"—her third breaking point a desperate wail, her body trembling as he continued, his rage consuming him.
The encounter stretched for hours, a relentless marathon of passion and power. Abir moved between them, his deep thrusts a brutal symphony, their screams and moans—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic chorus as he destroyed them. Bristi's fourth breaking point hit as he slammed into her again, her eyes rolling back, Lina's fourth as he pinned her down, and Monika's fourth as he ravaged her, their bodies barely conscious, marked with red welts and sweat.
Finally, after exhausting his rage, Abir stopped, his breath ragged as he surveyed the wreckage. Bristi and Lina lay limp, their breaths shallow, their bodies spent. Monika, propped on an elbow, whispered hoarsely, "You are really something." Abir's smirk returned, a dark fire in his eyes as he grabbed her exhausted form, pulling her close. "Let's prove it," he growled, entering her again with a deep, brutal thrust, her weak scream—"Ahh!"—fading into a moan as he began fucking her exhausted body, his hands squeezing her breasts with rough force, her body trembling under his renewed assault.
The next day afternoon, Abir sat in the classroom, the golden sunlight streaming through the windows, casting shadows across the desks. His mind still buzzed with the previous day's intensity when the door opened. Nisha, Priya, Ananya, Kavya, and Sneha entered, their presence a sudden jolt. Kavya, in her blue kurta, stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. "You missed my turn yesterday."
Abir leaned back, his voice calm. "I was busy yesterday."
Kavya's lips curled into a challenging smile. "I don't care. Now you have to fuck both me and Sneha."
Abir nodded, a slow grin spreading. "Okay."