The night air hung heavy with tension as Abir and Meera stumbled into a cramped storage shed just off the college field, their naked bodies pressed together in the confined space. The shed, barely large enough for a few gardening tools and a rickety shelf, offered little room to move, the wooden walls creaking under their weight. The faint moonlight seeped through a cracked window, casting slivers of silver across their sweat-slicked skin, Meera's full breasts heaving with each ragged breath, her violet bra and saree discarded somewhere in the field. Abir's muscular frame, his erect manhood still throbbing from their earlier encounter, pressed against her soft curves, the close quarters amplifying the heat between them.
Meera whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and relief, "That was close!" Her breath brushed his ear, her body trembling as she clung to him, her soft skin igniting a fresh surge of arousal in Abir. The adrenaline from their near-discovery by the guard, combined with the intimate press of her body, stirred his primal hunger. His hands roamed her curves, squeezing her breasts with rough force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as she moaned softly—"Mmm, Abir…"—her nipples hardening under his touch. The confined space left no room for escape, and Abir's desire took over, his lips crashing onto hers in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with savage passion.
He pushed her against the wall, the rough wood scraping her back as he entered her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—muffled by the shed's walls. His hands pulled her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he kissed and bit with hungry intensity, her moans rising—"Ohh, yes!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices coating his length. He ignored her initial gasp—"Please, slow down!"—thrusting deeper, his rage-fueled force unrelenting.
Abir pinned her against the wall, thrusting with grinding brutality, each deep plunge a punishing claim that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, too much!"—her breasts bouncing against his chest, her hair pulled taut as her second breaking point crashed through, her screams—"Ahhh, stop!"—ignored as he squeezed her butt with bruising force, the shed shaking with their motion.
He lifted her onto the rickety shelf, 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 jiggling with each thrust, his hands pulling her hair to arch her back, her pleas—"Please, stop!"—met with harder strokes.
Abir threw her to the cramped floor, binding her wrists with a piece of rope from the shed, thrusting from above with relentless force, her moans—"Mmm, too deep!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands yanking her hair as he squeezed her thighs, her begging—"Ahhh, I can't!"—falling on deaf ears.
He pulled her up, bending her over a tool box, thrusting with brutal speed, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, enough!"—her fifth breaking point a guttural moan, her hair gripped tightly as he pulled her head back, her breasts swaying with each deep thrust, his hands roaming her curves with savage intent.
Abir pressed her into the corner, entering from behind with savage depth, her screams—"Ahhh, stop, please!"—her sixth breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts pressed against the wall, his hair-pulling arching her neck as he thrust harder, her body trembling under his relentless assault.
He laid her back on the floor, lifting her hips to enter with a brutal plunge, her weak scream—"Ahh…"—fading into a moan, her seventh breaking point a silent shudder, his hands pulling her hair with force, squeezing her breasts as he thrust deeper, her body quaking, her consciousness fading as he pushed her to the brink, her breaths shallow and ragged.
The encounter stretched on, a marathon of rage and desire, the cramped shed a crucible for Abir's unyielding domination. His deep thrusts were a relentless symphony, his hands rough on Meera's breasts, butt, and hair, her moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic chorus muffled by the walls. He pulled her hair with each thrust, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he bit and sucked with savage hunger, her sexy body a canvas of his roughness—her full breasts bouncing wildly, her hips bruised from his grip, her thighs trembling as he broke her again. Her pleas—"Ahhh, I can't take it!"—met with harder, deeper thrusts, her body succumbing to his fury, her eyes rolling back as she slipped into a barely conscious state, her limp form a testament to his power.
The next day afternoon, Abir sat in the classroom, the golden sunlight streaming through the windows, casting shadows across the desks. His mind still buzzed with the previous night's intensity when the door opened. Rishita entered, her curvy figure wrapped in a light blue kurta, her eyes soft but determined as she approached.
"Hey Abir, how are you?" she asked, her voice warm.
Abir leaned back, a faint smile on his lips. "I'm fine. How are you doing?"
"Fine," she replied, stepping closer, her gaze lingering on him.
Abir tilted his head, sensing her intent. "Joita will come to college from Monday. She's at her grandparents now."
Rishita nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I know that. I'm here for you."
Abir raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "For me?"
"Yes," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I need you to do something for me."
Abir's smirk grew, his eyes glinting with lust. "Do you need me to fuck you?"
Rishita's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her voice steady. "Yes."