The heavy door of Meera's office clicked shut behind them, the sound sharp in the quiet space. Abir's pulse thrummed as he stepped inside, his eyes locked on Meera, her curvy body a vision of temptation under her see-through pink saree. The fabric clung to her voluptuous form, her black bra-type blouse accentuating her big breasts, their full curves straining against the material, her rounded hips swaying with each deliberate step. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes gleamed with a hunger that matched his own. The faint scent of jasmine filled the air, mingling with the musty aroma of books, as she turned to face him, her lips parting in a seductive smile.
"Love," Meera purred, her voice low and dripping with need as she closed the distance between them, her big breasts brushing against his chest. "I'm hungry. Fuck me like I'm your slave."
Abir's cock hardened instantly, a growl escaping his throat as he grabbed one of her big breasts, squeezing with force through the saree. Meera let out a loud moan—"Oh, Love!"—her body arching into his touch, her nipple hardening under his palm. His eyes darkened, his voice rough with desire. "You're my Honey," he said, his grip tightening. "I'll fuck you like I fuck my Honey."
He didn't wait. Abir yanked the saree from her shoulders, the pink fabric pooling at her feet, revealing her black bra-type blouse. With a swift tug, he ripped it open, buttons scattering, her big breasts bouncing free, full and heavy, nipples already stiff. He attacked them, his hands squeezing both breasts roughly, thumbs circling her nipples as he lowered his mouth, licking and sucking with ravenous hunger. Meera moaned loudly—"Love! Yes, suck me!"—her hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer as he bit gently, drawing gasps of pleasure-pain.
Abir stripped her panties off, leaving her naked, her curvy body glistening in the filtered light, her big butt a perfect curve. He pushed her onto the desk, papers scattering, and spread her legs wide, her pussy already wet and glistening. "You're mine, Honey," he growled, unzipping his jeans to free his large, thick cock, throbbing with need. He slammed into her with a brutal thrust, stretching her tight core, making her scream—"Abir! Fuck, you're huge!"—her big breasts bouncing wildly as the desk creaked under his force.
He pounded her relentlessly, each thrust savage and deep, her big butt sliding across the polished wood with each brutal stroke. Meera's moans escalated to desperate cries—"Love! Pound my pussy!"—her nails digging into his shoulders, her curvy body trembling. He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto him, his cock hitting her depths, her big breasts jiggling with each impact. "Take it all," he grunted, slapping her big butt, the crack echoing in the small office, leaving a red mark that made her scream louder—"Yes! Spank me, Love!"
Abir flipped her onto her stomach, her big breasts pressed against the desk, her big butt raised high. He entered her from behind, his thrusts even more brutal, the desk shaking as he fucked her with unrelenting force. Meera's screams filled the room—"Love! You're breaking me!"—her hands clawing at papers, sending books crashing to the floor. He reached around, rubbing her clit furiously, drawing out a shuddering climax, her pussy clenching around his cock, juices dripping down her thighs—"Oh fuck, I'm coming!"
He wasn't done. Pulling her up, he sat on the office chair, pulling Meera onto his lap, facing away in a reverse lap dance. Her big butt bounced as she rode his cock, her curvy body grinding down, her big breasts swaying. "Ride me, Honey," he ordered, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her brutal pace. Meera moaned desperately—"Love! It's so deep!"—her body trembling as he slapped her big butt, each strike fueling her cries.
They moved to the floor, Meera on her side, one leg lifted high as Abir thrust into her from a scissor position, his cock plunging deep, her big breasts bouncing with each savage stroke. "Fuck, Honey, you're so tight," he growled, his hand squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple until she screamed—"Love! I'm coming again!"—her body convulsing, her pussy squirting around him.
Abir shifted her to a prone bone position, lying flat on the floor, her big butt arched slightly as he straddled her, thrusting down with brutal force. Her moans were muffled into the carpet—"Abir! Oh god!"—her curvy body shaking with each stroke, her big breasts pressed into the ground. He pulled her hair, arching her back, pounding harder, her screams echoing—"Love! Fill me!"
For nearly an hour, they cycled through new positions: Meera on her knees, Abir fucking her mouth, his thick cock stretching her lips as she gagged and moaned—"Mmmph, Love!"; Meera pinned against the bookshelf, her legs around his waist, books falling as he thrust up brutally, her big butt bouncing; a lotus position on the chair, Meera facing him, her big breasts smashing against his chest as she ground down, his hands spanking her big butt. Each climax left her trembling—three, four orgasms, her pussy drenched, her body spent.
Finally, Abir pinned her back on the desk, missionary, her legs spread wide, his thrusts savage and unrelenting. "Come for me, Honey," he commanded, rubbing her clit as he pounded her. Meera's screams peaked—"Love! I'm yours!"—her body locking up in a final, bone-shaking climax, her pussy milking his cock. Abir roared, releasing inside her, filling her with his hot seed as she shuddered beneath him.
Meera collapsed, her curvy body limp, her big breasts heaving, her big butt twitching with aftershocks. She had no strength left, her breaths ragged, her eyes half-closed. Abir lay on her, his head resting on her big breasts, their softness a pillow as he caught his breath. "You're my Honey," he murmured, kissing her nipple gently, her weak moan the only response.
They lay there, the office a wreck—papers scattered, books fallen, the air thick with their passion—until Meera whispered, "Love, you've ruined me."
Abir grinned, lifting his head. "Good."
The next afternoon, Abir sat in his classroom. The door swung open, and Joita entered, her seductive walk a deliberate provocation.
Joita's voluptuous body was a vision of raw allure, her tight red kurta clinging to her big breasts, outlining their full curves, the fabric hugging her big butt, each step making it sway hypnotically. The kurta's neckline dipped low, revealing a hint of cleavage, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes locked on Abir with a wicked glint. The memory of her in the pond, fucking him in front of classmates, and their recent foursome, ignited his blood.
She sauntered to his desk and slid onto his lap, her big butt pressing against his hardening cock. "Love," she purred, her voice low and teasing, "what's poking me from your pants?"
Abir's grin was pure mischief, his hands resting on her hips, feeling the curve of her big butt through the skirt. "That's my love for you, Darling," he said, his voice thick with desire, his eyes devouring her big breasts, straining against her top.
Joita leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot. The classroom faded, their chemistry a live wire, ready to spark.