The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Abir's room, casting a gentle glow across the bed where Joita sat, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight red top and jeans accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her evil smile played on her lips as she turned to Abir, who stood near the door, still processing her unexpected arrival. "Where are uncle and aunty?" she asked, her voice laced with mischief.
Abir closed the door, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "They usually spend weekends together outside. They left early this morning to one of their relatives' homes. They'll be back tomorrow morning."
Joita's smile widened, her eyes glinting with intent. "So you got this house all by yourself today?" she purred, leaning forward slightly, her posture inviting.
Abir stepped closer, his hand shooting out to grab her neck with a firm yet possessive grip, pulling her toward him. "We!" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Joita's smile deepened, a spark of excitement in her gaze as she tilted her head, accepting his claim. Abir closed the distance, his lips crashing onto hers in a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a savage hunger that made her moan—"Mmm, Abir…"—her hands clutching his shoulders. The kiss ignited a wildfire, their breaths mingling as the tension of their reunion surged.
He broke the kiss, his hands moving to her top, peeling it off to reveal a lacy black bra that strained against her large, full breasts. His lips trailed down her neck, kissing and sucking with intense passion, moving to her collarbone where he bit softly, drawing a gasp—"Ohh, yes!"—from her. Joita reached back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall, her big breasts bouncing free, the nipples hardening under his gaze. Abir attacked them with fervor, his hands squeezing the soft mounds with rough force, his fingers digging into the flesh as he licked and sucked each nipple, her moans rising—"Mmm, Abir, more!"—her body arching into him.
His hands slid to her pants, tugging them down along with her panties, exposing her wet pussy. He knelt, his tongue delving into her with intense licks, swirling around her clit with savage precision, her moans turning to cries—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—her hands gripping his hair as she trembled, her juices coating his lips. The intensity built, her body quaking as he devoured her, her screams—"Ahhh!"—echoing in the room.
After a while, Abir rose, his arousal evident. Joita, her eyes burning with desire, pushed him onto the bed with surprising strength. She yanked off his pants and underwear, his hard dick springing free. "I missed this one," she purred, her hand stroking him with eager fingers before taking him into her mouth, sucking with a wild intensity, her tongue swirling around the tip. Abir groaned—"Mmm, Joita…"—watching her, her evil smile visible as she pleasured him, her lips working him deeper.
But his patience snapped. He grabbed her, flipping her onto her back, entering her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—piercing the air. His rage-fueled force made her big breasts bounce wildly, and he fucked her without mercy, his hands squeezing them with bruising intensity.
Abir pounded into her with savage depth, her moans turning to screams—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—her first breaking point hitting, her eyes rolling back, her breasts jiggling as he ignored her plea—"Please, slow down!"
He pulled her to the wall, binding her wrists with his belt, thrusting with grinding brutality, her screams—"Ahhh, stop!"—her second breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts bouncing against the wall, his hands pulling her hair.
Abir threw her to the floor, entering from above with relentless force, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her third breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts about to tear apart from the force, his hands gripping her hips.
He dragged her to a chair, lifting her onto it, thrusting upward with savage speed, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, no more!"—her fourth breaking point a guttural moan, her breasts swaying, his hands squeezing them roughly.
Abir bent her over the bed's edge, thrusting with brutal depth, her screams—"Ahhh, please, stop!"—her fifth breaking point a piercing cry, his hands yanking her hair, pulling her head back as he destroyed her.
He laid her back on the bed, lifting her legs high, entering with a savage plunge, her weak scream—"Ahh…"—fading into a moan, her sixth breaking point a silent shudder, her breasts jiggling faintly, his hands roaming her exhausted form.
The encounter stretched for hours, a marathon of rage and desire, the room a stage for Abir's unyielding assault. His deep thrusts were a relentless symphony, his hands rough on Joita's breasts, butt, and hair, her moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic chorus. He pulled her hair with each thrust, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he bit with savage hunger, her sexy body a canvas of his roughness—her big breasts bouncing wildly, her hips bruised, her thighs trembling as he broke her. Her begging—"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.
Finally, Abir released her exhausted body, collapsing beside her, his breath ragged. Joita, her chest heaving, whispered hoarsely, "You are something else, Abir."
Abir smirked, his arousal reigniting. "I just started, darling. Be prepared for the second round."
Joita's evil smile returned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I have an idea," she said, reaching for her phone. She dialed Rishita, her voice smooth. "Hey Rishita. Come to Abir's house. I'm giving you the address."