The dusk settled over the college campus, the golden light fading into a soft twilight as Abir stood in Meera's office, his presence dominating the room. Meera, perched on the edge of her desk, her pink saree slightly hiked to reveal her violet bra and smooth thighs, gazed at him with a mix of curiosity and arousal. "Where is your perfect place?" she asked, her voice a seductive challenge.
Abir's lips curled into a dark smile, his eyes glinting with intent. "Wait till it gets dark," he replied, his tone laced with promise. Meera nodded, a shiver of anticipation running through her as she adjusted her saree, the fabric clinging to her curvaceous form.
As evening deepened, the campus grew quiet, the last students and staff retreating, leaving the air thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers. The full moon rose, casting a silver glow that barely illuminated the surroundings, shadows stretching across the grounds like silent sentinels. Abir took Meera's hand, leading her outside, her heels clicking softly on the pavement. The cool night breeze brushed against her skin, heightening her senses.
"Where?" Meera asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced around the darkened field.
Abir pointed toward the open expanse of the college field, the moonlight glinting off the dew-kissed grass. "There," he said, his voice firm.
Meera startled, her eyes widening. "In the college field?" she gasped, her tone a mix of shock and disbelief. "But that's in the open!"
Abir smirked, stepping closer, his hands brushing her hips. "How? The walls are there," he said, gesturing to the distant perimeter fence and trees that offered partial cover. "It's secluded enough."
Meera hesitated, her breath quickening. "But the guard?"
Abir's hands slid to her butt, squeezing the firm curves with possessive force, drawing a soft moan—"Mmm…"—from her lips. "Don't worry about him. Let's go," he growled, pulling her toward the field, her resistance melting under his commanding touch.
They reached a secluded corner near a sturdy tree, the moonlight casting a silver sheen on Meera's exposed skin as Abir roughly tugged at her saree, peeling it away to reveal her violet bra and panties, her full breasts straining against the fabric. She gasped, her hands trembling as she shed the rest, her body a vision of desire under the lunar glow. Abir stripped off his shirt and pants, his erect manhood standing ready, the night air cool against his heated flesh.
He grabbed her with savage force, pulling her against him, his lips crashing onto hers in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a hungry passion that made her moan—"Mmm, Abir…"—her hands clutching his shoulders. His hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the bra, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, rolling her nipples until she gasped, "Ohh, yes!" He tore the bra off, letting her full breasts bounce free, and squeezed them harder, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks as she arched into him, her saree a crumpled heap on the grass.
Abir pushed her onto the damp grass, entering her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing across the field, carried by the night breeze. His hands squeezed her breasts, the soft mounds jiggling with each forceful stroke, her moans rising—"Ohh, harder!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices mixing with the dew. He ignored her initial plea—"Please, slow down!"—thrusting deeper, his rage-fueled force unrelenting.
He pulled her to the tree, binding her wrists with a strip of her saree, thrusting with grinding brutality, each deep plunge a punishing claim that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as her second breaking point crashed through, her breasts bouncing against the bark, her hands straining against the fabric, her scream—"Ahhh, stop!"—ignored as he squeezed her butt with bruising force.
Abir lifted her against the low fence, her legs spreading wide as he entered her with savage depth, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, no more!"—her third breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts heaving with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips with rough intensity, her pleas—"Please, stop!"—falling on deaf ears as he pounded harder.
He laid her back on the grass, entering from above with relentless force, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands squeezing them with savage grip, the grass crunching beneath them, her begging—"Ahhh, I can't!"—met with deeper thrusts.
Abir lifted her into his arms, thrusting upward with brutal passion, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—her fifth breaking point a desperate wail, her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands roaming her curves, squeezing her butt as he ignored her cries—"Please, Abir, stop!"—his rage driving him to new heights.
He pressed her against the tree again, this time face-first, entering from behind with savage speed, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, enough!"—her sixth breaking point a guttural moan, her breasts bouncing against the trunk, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her back to meet his relentless thrusts, her body trembling under his rough domination.
Abir bound her ankles with another strip of saree, laying her on her back near the fence, thrusting with brutal depth, her screams—"Ahhh, stop, please!"—her seventh breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts jiggling with each slam, his hands squeezing them with bruising force, her pleas ignored as he destroyed her, the moonlight highlighting her sweat-slicked, quaking form.
The encounter stretched into the night, a marathon of rage and desire, the open field a witness to Abir's unyielding assault. His deep thrusts were a relentless symphony, his hands rough on Meera's breasts and butt, her moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic chorus carried by the wind. The audience of the night—crickets and distant owls—bore witness to how rough Abir could be, his rage-fueled power breaking Meera's sexy body. Her full breasts bounced with each brutal stroke, her hips bruised from his grip, her thighs trembling as he pushed her beyond her limits, her pleas—"Ahhh, I can't take it!"—met with harder, deeper thrusts, her body a canvas of his dominance.
As the hours wore on, Meera's resistance faded, her body barely conscious, her breaths shallow and ragged. Abir, still driven by his primal fury, continued, lifting her limp form and entered her with a savage plunge, her weak scream—"Ahh…"—fading into a moan, her breasts jiggling faintly, his hands squeezing her butt as he thrust with unrelenting force, her eighth breaking point a silent shudder, her body collapsing under his weight.
At that moment, a shout pierced the night from afar—"Who is there?"—the voice of the guard, accompanied by the beam of a flashlight sweeping the field. Abir and Meera startled, fear flashing in their eyes. Meera, still impaled on Abir's manhood, her pussy clenching around him in panic, whispered with terror, "What will we do now?"