The afternoon sun cast a golden glow through the classroom windows, illuminating the wooden desks and the faint equations scrawled on the chalkboard. Abir sat, his mind still racing from the intense encounter with Kavya and Sneha in the art studio, when Meera strode in, her pink saree flowing, the violet bra faintly visible through the sheer fabric. Her eyes locked onto him with a commanding intensity. "Abir, come to my office," she said, her voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of desire.
Abir leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Sure. I'll be there in an hour," he replied, his tone casual but deliberate, testing her patience.
Meera's lips twitched, a hint of amusement in her gaze. "Okay. I'll be waiting." She turned and left, her saree swaying with each step, leaving the air charged with anticipation.
As the door closed, Ananya, still lingering near the entrance in her yellow kurta, caught Abir's eye. He rose, moving closer to her, his presence magnetic. "Let's go to the college garden," he whispered, his voice low and inviting.
Ananya hesitated, her soft voice tinged with concern. "But shouldn't you go to Meera madam's office first?"
Abir smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "No. She will wait. Let's go." His confidence swayed her, and she nodded, following him out.
They reached the college garden, a secluded oasis of vibrant flowers, lush green bushes, and winding paths, the afternoon light filtering through the canopy to create a dappled, intimate atmosphere. The air carried the scent of blooming jasmine, and the soft rustle of leaves added a sensual backdrop. Abir pulled Ananya into a hidden nook behind a thick hedge, his hands already tugging at her kurta, peeling it off to reveal a delicate white bra that strained against her perky breasts. She gasped, helping him shed her jeans and panties, her shy demeanor melting into desire. Abir stripped off his shirt and pants, his erect manhood standing ready, the thrill of the moment igniting his passion.
He pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hungry fervor that made her moan—"Mmm, Abir…"—her hands clutching his shoulders. His hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them firmly, his fingers rolling her nipples through the bra until she gasped, "Ohh, yes!" He unhooked the bra, letting her perky breasts bounce free, and squeezed them again, harder, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks as she arched into him.
Abir lifted Ananya against the hedge, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her with a deep, passionate thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—muffled by the foliage. His hands squeezed her breasts, the soft mounds jiggling with each forceful stroke, her moans rising—"Ohh, deeper!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices coating his length.
He laid her on the soft grass, entering from above with a slow, grinding rhythm, each deep plunge a sensual invasion that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as her second breaking point crashed through, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her hands clawing at the earth.
They moved to a wooden bench, Ananya straddling him, her hips rocking with passionate force, each downward thrust drawing a moan—"Ohh, Abir!"—her eyes rolling back as her third breaking point hit, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands squeezing them with gentle intensity.
Abir lifted her against a flower-covered trellis, thrusting with passionate depth, her screams—"Ahhh, yes!"—her fourth breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands gripping her butt with firm passion.
He laid her back on the grass, entering from behind with savage depth, each fast stroke a claiming thrust that made her scream—"Ohh, Abir, more!"—her eyes rolling back as her fifth breaking point erupted, her body arching, her breasts heaving with each thrust, his hands roaming her curves.
The encounter stretched on, a marathon of passion, their moans and gasps—"Mmm, Abir, don't stop!"—a symphony in the garden's quiet. Ananya's delicate frame trembled under his relentless passion, her sixth breaking point a soft wail as he thrust deeper, his hands squeezing her breasts and butt with increasing fervor, the flowers around them crushed under their fervor.
Later, Abir arrived at Meera's office, the golden light fading into dusk as he pushed the door open. Meera sat on the edge of her desk, her pink saree hiked up slightly, her violet bra and smooth thighs visible, her eyes smoldering with impatience. "I see you left that girl early," she said, her voice a seductive taunt. "You would have fucked me four times longer than hers. Are you that excited to fuck me?"
Abir stepped closer, his presence dominating the room, his smirk widening. "She's delicate compared to you. The main reason is, I like to break you by fucking you hard."
Meera leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered with a seductive lilt, "Then why are you waiting? Fuck me like I'm your slave."
Abir held her chin firmly, his gaze intense. "Sure. But first, change the location." Meera's eyes narrowed, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "But where? You know that no one should see us."
Abir smirked, his voice low and confident. "I know the perfect place."