The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Monika's house, casting a warm, golden hue across the cozy living room, its soft light dancing on the polished wooden floor. Abir followed Monika inside, his mind still buzzing from the brutal rooftop encounter the previous day and her cryptic demand. Monika led him toward the bedroom, her hips swaying with a seductive promise. As they entered, Abir's eyes widened at the sight of two women lounging on the bed—Bristi and Lina—both gazing at him with lustful, predatory eyes that sent a shiver of heat through him.
Bristi, a voluptuous woman with long, wavy brown hair and a curvy figure, wore a sheer red dress that barely contained her large, heaving breasts, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric, her thighs parted slightly as she leaned forward, her lips parted with desire. Lina, slimmer but equally enticing, had short blonde hair and a tight green top that hugged her perky breasts, her skin-tight jeans accentuating her toned legs, her eyes locked on Abir with a hunger that bordered on feral. They exchanged a glance, their breaths quickening, and Bristi purred, "Is he that good?"
Monika smirked, stepping closer to Abir and running a hand down his chest, her touch igniting his arousal. "You'll find out," she replied, her voice dripping with seduction. She turned to Abir, her eyes gleaming. "I told them about you, Abir. They want a taste. That's why I brought you here today." Her words hung in the air, a declaration of intent, as Bristi and Lina rose from the bed, their movements fluid and charged with lustful desire, their bodies practically trembling with heat.
Bristi approached first, her hands trembling with eagerness as she pressed herself against Abir, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she licked his neck, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path that made him groan. Lina joined, her lips latching onto his abs, her tongue swirling over the taut muscles with a desperate hunger, her hands clawing at his shirt to pull it off. Monika watched, her own desire flaring, and shed her top and shorts, revealing her pink bra and panties, her body a beacon of lust as she moved to join them. The three women surrounded Abir, their lustful energy overwhelming, as if they were on heat, their moans and gasps filling the room.
Abir was pushed onto the bed, his pants and underwear stripped away by eager hands, his erect manhood exposed as the women descended on him. Bristi licked his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples with a hungry fervor, her breasts pressing against his side as she moaned, "Mmm, so good…" Lina moved lower, her lips wrapping around his manhood, giving him a blowjob with a wild intensity, her head bobbing as she sucked deeply, her tongue swirling around the tip, drawing a groan from Abir—"Ahh, Lina…" Monika joined, licking his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she squeezed his chest, her own moans blending with theirs.
The women continued their assault, Bristi licking his abs with slow, deliberate strokes, Lina's blowjob intensifying as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him, and Monika kissing his lips with a fierce passion, her tongue battling his. Abir's groans rose—"Ohh, yes!"—his body trembling under their lustful onslaught, their hands roaming, squeezing his thighs and chest.
Bristi climbed atop him, straddling him in a cowgirl position, her red dress hiked up as she guided his manhood inside her, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing as she rode him with wild abandon, her big breasts bouncing with each thrust, her hands squeezing his chest. Lina and Monika watched, their hands on each other, Monika whispering, "Take him, Bristi," as Bristi's eyes rolled back, her first breaking point hitting with a shuddering moan.
Lina took her turn, reversing onto him, her green top discarded as she sank onto his length, her perky breasts jiggling as she rocked with savage force, her scream—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—filling the room, her second breaking point a desperate wail, her hands gripping his thighs as Monika licked his neck, her fingers squeezing his abs.
Monika pushed Abir onto his back, mounting him in an Amazon style, her pink bra off as she rode him with brutal intensity, her full breasts bouncing wildly, her moans—"Mmm, Abir, take it, Abir!"—her third breaking point a piercing cry, her hips grinding down as Bristi and Lina kissed his chest, their tongues teasing his nipples.
Bristi and Lina took turns, shuffling positions, Bristi riding him again in cowgirl while Lina straddled his face, her wet core pressing against his mouth as he licked her, her screams—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her third breaking point hitting, her juices flowing as Bristi's fourth breaking point shuddered through her, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably.
Monika bound Abir's wrists with a scarf, the women taking turns, Lina in reverse cowgirl, her moans—"Ohh, yes!"—her fourth breaking point a trembling cry, Bristi licking his abs, and Monika riding him in Amazon style again, her fifth breaking point a hoarse scream, their lustful energy a relentless rape of his senses.
Lina pulled him to the bed's edge, bending over as he entered from behind, thrusting with deep, brutal strokes, her screams—"Ahhh, Abir, don't stop!"—her fifth breaking point a guttural moan, her perky breasts bouncing, Bristi and Monika squeezing her butt and breasts, their hands roaming.
Monika reclaimed him, riding in cowgirl with fierce passion, her breasts bouncing, her sixth breaking point a desperate wail—"Ohh, Abir!"—as Bristi and Lina licked his chest and neck, their tongues hot and insistent, their hands squeezing his thighs.
The encounter stretched on, a marathon of lust, the women's moans a symphony of desire—"Mmm, Abir, more!"—their bodies trembling with heat. It was as if they were consuming him with their insatiable hunger, their lustful eyes never leaving him.
they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged with satisfaction. Bristi, nestled against him, murmured, "That was hot," her voice a satisfied purr.
Abir, his desire reignited, propped himself up, a wicked smile crossing his face. "It's not over yet. Now it's my turn."