The afternoon sun poured through the classroom windows, bathing the empty desks in a warm, golden light as Abir sat alone, his mind still reeling from the intense encounter with Meera in Shila's office. The door creaked open, and Priya stepped in, her lithe figure accentuated by tight jeans and a cropped top that hugged her curves. Relief flickered in her dark eyes as she confirmed the room was empty, and she approached Abir with a nervous yet eager smile. "Can you do me a favor, Abir?" she whispered, her voice trembling with heat. "Joita keeps telling me about how you do it with her. It makes me feel so… so hot. Can you please fuck me like you fuck her?"
Abir's arousal flared, a slow, hungry smile spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he growled, rising to meet her. He pulled her close, his hands sliding under her top, lifting it to reveal her perky breasts, already taut with anticipation. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervent intensity, tasting the sweet heat of her desire. Priya moaned softly, "Mmm, Abir," her hands clutching his shoulders as he guided her to the center of the room.
Abir lifted Priya off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her against his chest, thrusting upward with deep, rhythmic strokes. Each plunge drew a passionate moan—"Ohh, yes!"—her body trembling, her breasts pressing against him, the friction igniting her first breaking point, her eyes fluttering back as she gasped, "Abir, more!"
He laid her across a desk, her back arching as he pulled her jeans down, entering her from above with slow, powerful thrusts. Her moans escalated—"Ahh, so deep!"—each thrust a sensual invasion, her hands gripping the table edges, her second climax hitting with a shuddering cry, her eyes rolling back, sweat beading on her skin.
Turning her to face the wall, he lifted one of her legs sideways, thrusting with a twisting motion that stretched her limits. Her moans turned melodic—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—her body quaking with each deep stroke, her third breaking point a loud, ecstatic scream, her eyes lost in pleasure.
They sank to the floor, Priya on her side, one leg raised high as Abir entered from an angle, his thrusts passionate yet controlled. Her moans grew desperate—"Mmm, don't stop!"—her fourth climax a trembling moan, her body arching, eyes rolling back in bliss.
After a while, their passion ebbed, and they collapsed together, panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Priya's chest heaved as she caught her breath, a satisfied smile on her lips, while Abir lay beside her, his heart still racing.
A voice broke the silence, smooth and teasing. "That was hot." Abir and Priya startled, their heads snapping toward the doorstep. Monika leaned against the wall, her athletic frame relaxed, arms crossed, her workout t-shirt clinging to her big breasts, a smirk playing on her lips.
Priya's eyes widened in panic, but Monika chuckled, stepping forward. "You don't need to be panicking, Priya. I also have secrets with Abir. You're safe."
Abir, still catching his breath, asked, "How long were you there, Monika?"
Monika's evil smile widened. "From the middle, I guess," she replied, her tone laced with amusement.
Abir and Priya scrambled to their feet, quickly pulling on their clothes. Priya adjusted her top, her cheeks flushed. "I have to go now, Abir. See you tomorrow," she said, offering a shy smile.
"See you tomorrow, Priya," Abir replied, watching her hurry out.
Alone with Monika, Abir turned to her, curiosity piqued. "Do you need anything from me?"
Monika's eyes glinted with intent. "I want you to come with me now," she said, her voice a commanding whisper.