Monika stepped into the hallway, her evil smile gleaming under the soft light, her presence igniting the scene with a new level of intensity. With deliberate slowness, she shed her clothes, peeling off her sheer white t-shirt to reveal the delicate purple bra encasing her big, firm breasts, her toned abs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her black short pants sliding down to expose her muscular thighs and the curve of her hips. Her athletic body moved with predatory grace as she joined them, her hands roaming Isha's trembling form, squeezing her breasts with firm, possessive grips, her fingers pinching the hardened nipples with a roughness that drew fresh moans—"Ohh, Monika!"—from Isha. Abir's thrusts into Isha intensified, his manhood plunging with brutal force, each deep stroke eliciting a scream—"Ahhh, Abir, deeper!"—her eyes rolling back again as her second climax hit, her body shuddering violently, her juices dripping onto the floor.
Monika's touch added a new dimension, her lips brushing Isha's neck as she whispered, "Let's make this unforgettable," her hands sliding down to grip Isha's ass, spreading her cheeks as Abir continued his relentless assault. The trio's breaths mingled in a hot, ragged harmony, the hallway walls vibrating with their passion. Abir pulled out briefly, his manhood slick and throbbing, and Monika guided Isha off him, positioning herself on all fours beside her, her big breasts swaying with each breath, her eyes locked on Abir with a challenging glint.
Abir rose, lifting Isha against the wall with a sudden, forceful motion, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he thrust with brutal depth, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that shook the structure. Monika pressed her body against his back, her big breasts flattening against his skin, her hands reaching around to squeeze Isha's ass with bruising force, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Isha's screams pierced the air—"Ohh, Abir, yes! Harder!"—each fast thrust a punishing slam, her body arching dramatically, her eyes rolling back as her third breaking point erupted, a torrent of juices flooding down her thighs, her nails clawing at the wall, leaving faint scratches.
They collapsed to the floor, the cool wood a stark contrast to their heated skin, Monika lying on her back, her legs spread wide as Abir entered her with savage force, his thrusts deep and rapid, each one a violent plunge that made her big breasts bounce wildly. Isha straddled Monika's face, her moans muffled as Monika's tongue delved into her, licking with fervent intensity, her hands gripping Isha's hips to pull her closer. Abir's hardcore rhythm drove Monika to the edge, her screams escalating—"Ahhh, Abir, fuck me!"—her eyes rolling back, her first climax a shuddering wave that soaked the floor, her body quaking beneath him, her abs tensing with each thrust.
Abir pulled Monika up, thrusting from behind as she bent forward, her hands gripping Isha's hips, who stood trembling before her. His thrusts were fast and brutal, each one driving Monika's face into Isha's pussy, the wet sound of Monika's licks mingling with their moans—"Ohh, yes! Abir!"—Monika's second breaking point a loud, guttural cry, her eyes lost in ecstasy, her body jerking forward, Isha's fourth climax a trembling gasp, her legs buckling as she clung to the wall for support.
Abir pinned Isha to the wall again, lifting her legs high and wide, thrusting with punishing depth, his manhood stretching her to her limits. Monika knelt beside them, her mouth latching onto Isha's breasts, sucking and biting the nipples with rough intensity, her hands squeezing the soft flesh until red marks bloomed. Isha's moans turned to desperate screams—"Ahhh, Abir! Monika, yes!"—her fifth breaking point hitting with a violent convulsion, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking as a flood of juices drenched Abir's thighs, her voice breaking into a sob of pleasure.
They stumbled into Monika's bedroom, the purple sheets a crumpled mess as Abir lay back, Isha mounting him with fierce speed, her hips slamming down to meet his upward thrusts, her moans loud and desperate—"Mmm, Abir, deeper!"—her breasts bouncing with each movement. Monika straddled his face, her big breasts swaying as she ground against his mouth, her moans a raw, primal sound—"Yes, Abir, lick me!"—her third climax a piercing scream, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling, Isha's sixth breaking point a sobbing moan, her juices soaking him as she rode with wild abandon.
Abir shifted, taking Monika from behind on the bed, her face buried in Isha's pussy, her tongue working with frantic energy. His thrusts were brutal and fast, each one a deep invasion that drove Monika's screams into Isha's core, the vibrations adding to Isha's pleasure. Monika's fourth breaking point erupted with a guttural cry—"Ahhh, Abir, I can't!"—her eyes rolling back, her body collapsing forward, Isha's seventh climax a shuddering release, her moans turning to whimpers as she clutched the headboard.
On the floor again, Abir lifted Monika's hips high, her knees barely touching the ground as he thrust downward with hardcore force, his manhood plunging with punishing depth, each stroke a violent claim. Isha's hands teased Monika's breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, her moans escalating—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—Monika's fifth climax a piercing scream, her eyes rolling back in overwhelmed ecstasy, her body limp as she begged, "Abir… stop… please!" Her voice was hoarse, her abs flexing with each thrust, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Abir, fueled by insatiable desire, lifted both women, pinning Monika against the ceiling with one arm while holding Isha against him, thrusting into Monika with brutal speed, then switching to Isha with equal ferocity. Their moans merged into a chaotic symphony—"Ahhh, Abir! Yes!"—Monika's sixth breaking point a shuddering wail, her eyes rolling back, Isha's eighth a desperate cry, her body convulsing, their juices mixing as they clung to him, the hallway and bedroom a testament to their passion.
Moving back to the hallway mirror, Abir bound Monika's wrists with her torn t-shirt, bending her over as he thrust with savage depth, Isha kneeling to lick Monika's breasts, her moans—"Mmm, Abir!"—rising as her ninth breaking point hit, her eyes rolling back, Monika's seventh a guttural scream, her body shaking, the mirror reflecting their tangled, sweat-drenched forms.
Exhausted but unrelenting, they collapsed to the floor in a heap, Abir taking turns thrusting into each, his hardcore pace unrelenting, Monika's eighth climax a hoarse shout—"Abir, I'm done!"—her eyes rolling back, Isha's tenth a sobbing moan, her body limp, their combined screams filling the space as Abir finally released, his own climax a roaring groan, their bodies a glistening, quivering mess.
After what felt like an eternity, the three lay spent, their bodies marked with red welts, bite marks, and sweat, the hallway and bedroom a chaotic sprawl of disheveled furniture and scattered clothes. Monika and Isha breathed raggedly, their limbs trembling, their faces flushed with exhaustion and satisfaction. Monika managed a weak smile, whispering, "That was beyond incredible," as they slowly disentangled, the intensity of their encounter lingering in the air.
The next day, in the afternoon, Abir sat alone in his classroom, the golden sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting long shadows across the wooden desks cluttered with books and a chalkboard faintly marked with equations. The quiet hum of the afternoon settled over him, his mind still replaying the previous night's wild encounter, a mix of exhaustion and lingering arousal coursing through him. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Kavya entered, her presence a sudden jolt to the stillness. She approached with a confident stride, her lithe figure accentuated by a tight blue kurta that hugged her curves, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and intent.
"Abir?" she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness as she stopped before him.
"Yes, Kavya?" Abir replied, turning to meet her gaze, his curiosity piqued.
"Come to the garden with me?" she asked, her tone a delicate balance between request and command, her lips curving into a slight smile.
Abir leaned back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Is that a request or a command?" he inquired, his voice low and teasing.
Kavya stepped closer, her eyes locking with his. "Does that matter?" she countered, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Yes," Abir said, his tone firm yet laced with anticipation. "How I will treat you depends on it. If that was a request, I'll treat you gently. And if that was a command, I'll have to punish you roughly to teach you manners."
Kavya leaned in, her breath warm against his left ear as she whispered seductively, "I don't want you to treat me gently."
Abir's arousal flared, his hand shooting up to grab her chin with a firm grip, tilting her face toward him. "Then, I have to punish this bad girl," he growled, his eyes darkening with intent.
Kavya's lips parted in a sultry smile, her whisper dripping with desire. "Yes!"