The five classmates gasped, settling onto benches, their eyes glued to the couple. Riya whispered, "This is gonna be insane." Kavya bit her lip, Sneha clutched Anaya's arm, and Nisha leaned forward, grinning.
Abir stood, stripping off his shirt, his chiseled abs gleaming, and pulled Joita up, yanking her kurta over her head. Her big breasts bounced free, full and heavy, nipples hard. He shed his jeans, his thick cock springing free, making the girls murmur—"Fuck, he's huge," Sneha breathed. Joita's skirt and panties followed, her big butt a perfect curve as she stood naked, her voluptuous body a vision under the twilight.
They moved to the floor, Abir lying on his back, his cock throbbing upward. Joita straddled his face in reverse, her big butt hovering over his mouth, her pussy glistening. "Eat me, Love," she moaned, lowering herself as she leaned down, her big breasts brushing his stomach, her lips wrapping around his cock's head. Abir's tongue plunged into her wet folds, licking with ravenous hunger, tasting her sweetness as she moaned—"Oh, Love!"—her big butt grinding against his face. Her mouth took him deep, her lips stretched around his thickness, sucking with bold rhythm, her tongue swirling as she bobbed, gagging slightly—"Mmmph!"
The 69 was a frenzy of passion, their bodies locked in perfect sync. Abir's hands gripped her big butt, spreading her cheeks as he licked her clit, sucking hard, drawing screams—"Love! Fuck, yes!"—her juices coating his chin. Joita's big breasts pressed into his thighs, bouncing as she sucked him deeper, her hands stroking his base, her moans vibrating against his cock—"Mmm, Love, you're so big!" The wet sounds of her mouth and his tongue filled the room, their bodies glistening with sweat.
The audience was rapt. Riya's eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. "They're so intense," she whispered. Kavya's breath hitched, her hand gripping her skirt. Nisha smirked, "Joita's a fucking queen." Sneha and Anaya exchanged glances, their faces burning, unable to look away as Joita's big butt jiggled and Abir's cock disappeared into her mouth.
Joita's moans escalated, her pussy clenching as Abir's tongue flicked her clit relentlessly. "Love! I'm coming!" she screamed, her body shuddering, squirting over his face as she came hard, her lips never leaving his cock. Abir groaned, his hips bucking, but he held back, his stamina unyielding. Joita's climax fueled her, her sucking growing frantic, her big breasts bouncing as she deep-throated him, gagging with each thrust—"Mmmph! Love!"
Abir's tongue didn't stop, pushing her to another orgasm, her screams muffled—"Oh fuck, Love!"—her big butt trembling. The girls gasped, Anaya whispering, "She's coming again!" Nisha's grin widened, "Abir's a goddamn machine."
As they peaked, Joita pulled off, panting, her lips glistening. She shifted, straddling Abir's lap as he sat up on the bench, her big butt hovering over his throbbing cock. With a wicked glance at the audience, she lowered herself, taking his thick length inside her pussy in one slow, deliberate motion. "Fuck, Love," she moaned, her big breasts bouncing as she adjusted, her walls stretching around him. The girls leaned closer, Riya murmuring, "Holy shit, look at her take him."
The dance began. Joita rode him hard, her big butt bouncing with each thrust, her big breasts swaying wildly as she ground down. Abir gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, thrusting upward with brutal force, each stroke deep and punishing. "Ride me, Darling," he growled, slapping her big butt, the crack echoing as she screamed—"Love! Yes!"—her pussy clenching around him. The bench creaked, their bodies slick with sweat, the rhythm a primal dance of lust.
The classroom door swung open, and Meera and Monika entered, freezing the scene for a heartbeat. Meera, in her see-through pink saree, her big breasts straining against her black bra-type blouse, her big butt swaying, looked startled. Monika, in a tight white t-shirt and black shorts, her athletic frame showcasing her big breasts and big butt, grinned. "Oh! The dance has started," Monika said, her voice teasing. "Darling, we're here for our share."
Meera whispered, her eyes darting to the five classmates, "Babe, Abir's classmates are here."
Monika's smile was wicked. "Relax, Honey. Love told them everything already."
Nisha leaned forward, her bob swinging. "Don't worry, Ma'am. We promised Abir we won't tell anyone about you. You can trust us." Riya, Kavya, Sneha, and Anaya nodded, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Joita, mid-ride, her big breasts bouncing as Abir thrust upward, moaned through gritted teeth—"Babe... Ahh... Honey... Uff... Come... Here. Love... Ahh... Slow... Down." Her voice was ragged, her pussy drenched as Abir's brutal thrusts shook her curvy frame.
Abir slapped her big butt hard, the sound sharp, leaving a red mark. "No, Darling," he growled, his thrusts relentless, lifting her with each stroke, her big breasts jiggling wildly.
Meera and Monika exchanged a lustful glance, shedding their hesitation. Meera let her saree fall, stripping to her black bra and panties, her big breasts bouncing as she shed the blouse. Monika yanked off her t-shirt and shorts, her big breasts and big butt glowing. Meera moved behind Abir, her lips licking his shoulder, trailing to his neck, sucking hard as she pressed her big breasts against his back, moaning—"Love..."
Monika slid behind Joita, her athletic hands squeezing Joita's big breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. "Fuck, Darling, you're stunning," Monika purred, her fingers teasing as Joita's moans escalated—"Babe... Mmm... Honey... You... Ahh... making... ohh... it... worse..."
Abir's grin was feral, his thrusts growing harder, lifting Joita's big butt with each brutal stroke. "No, Darling, the dance is just getting better," he growled, slapping her big butt again, her screams blending with Meera's licks and Monika's squeezes.
The classroom thrummed with a symphony of desire, a primal chorus of moans, gasps, and the wet slap of skin on skin. Joita's big breasts bounced in Monika's hands, her big butt rippling with Abir's relentless thrusts, her pussy squirting as she came—"Love! Fuck!" Meera's tongue traced Abir's neck, her big breasts pressed tight, her moans soft but hungry. Monika's fingers worked Joita's nipples, her own big breasts brushing Joita's back, her athletic body grinding against her. The five classmates watched, transfixed—Riya biting her lip, Kavya's breath hitching, Nisha whispering, "This dance is fucking unreal," Sneha and Anaya clutching each other, their faces flushed with awe.
Joita's screams peaked—"Love! I'm yours!"—as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy milking Abir's cock. His stamina held, his thrusts unyielding, lifting her curvy frame, her big butt bouncing in an endless rhythm. Meera and Monika's touches fueled the fire, their moans weaving into the chaos, the audience's gasps a distant echo. The dance of their lust showed no sign of stopping, Joita riding Abir with fierce abandon, her big breasts swaying, her big butt rippling with each brutal thrust, their bodies locked in a timeless, passionate embrace.
As twilight surrendered to night, Abir, Joita, Meera, and Monika remained entwined, their love and desire a defiant flame. The classroom, once a place of study, had become their eternal stage, their dance of lust and devotion a legacy that would linger in the hearts of their audience and the walls of this sacred space. Their passion, unbound and unending, burned on, a testament to a love that knew no limits.
With the music of moaning, dances of Abir, Joita, Meera, and Monika continued in the classroom.