The midday sun streamed through the windows of Abir's house, casting a warm glow across the living room as the doorbell chimed. Abir opened the door to find Rishita standing there, her light blue kurta accentuating her curvy figure, a shy smile on her lips. Joita, already settled on the couch, waved her in with an evil grin.
Joita said, "What did you tell your parents?"
"That I am going to Joita's place." Rishita replied. "What about you?"
Joita said with an evil grin, "I said I'm staying at Rishita's tonight."
"Night!" Rishita exclaimed with surprise.
Joita winked at her..
The trio moved to the kitchen, where they cooked a meal together—spicy chicken curry and rice—laughter and casual banter filling the air as they worked. After eating lunch, they settled at the dining table, talking for nearly an hour about college, friends, and their recent escapades, the conversation laced with subtle flirtation. The tension built until Joita leaned forward, her evil smile returning. "Let's watch a movie together," she suggested.
Rishita's eyes brightened. "Sure. Which one?"
Joita's smile widened. "365 Days," she said, her tone dripping with intent.
Abir, catching the suggestive undertone, nodded with a smirk. "Let's watch it then."
He logged into Netflix on the living room TV, the large screen flickering to life. They settled on the couch: Abir in the middle, Joita on his left with her curvy body pressed against him, her big breasts brushing his arm; Rishita on his right, her leg casually draped over his. The movie started, its erotic narrative unfolding with lavish displays of passion and power. The room heated up, breaths quickening as the on-screen intensity mirrored their own building hunger.
About an hour and ten minutes in, during a particularly explicit scene, Joita's hand slid to Abir's thigh. With a mischievous glance, she unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hardening cock. She leaned down, her full lips wrapping around the head, sucking him in deeply. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, her head bobbing with eager rhythm. Abir groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, gripping tightly as he guided her deeper, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room.
Rishita, her breath quickening, leaned in, her lips meeting Abir's in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue battling his with fierce passion. The intense threesome ignited, their desires unleashed in the confined space of the couch.
Joita continued her blowjob, her lips working Abir's length with eager fervor, her moans—"Mmm…"—vibrating against him, while Rishita kissed him, her hands roaming his chest. Abir's groans rose—"Ohh, yes!"—his hand pulling Joita's hair as her first breaking point of pleasure hit, her eyes watering with intensity.
The movie became mere background as the threesome exploded into raw, uninhibited frenzy. Joita pulled back from Abir's cock, her lips swollen and glistening, and stripped off her shirt, revealing her curvy body—her big breasts heaving, nipples hard and begging for attention, her big butt jiggling as she shifted. Rishita followed suit, shedding her dress to expose her toned figure.
Abir stood, stripping fully, his cock throbbing. He pushed Joita onto the couch on her back, spreading her legs wide. "You're mine first," he growled, slamming into her wet pussy with a brutal thrust that made her big breasts bounce wildly. Joita moaned loudly, a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the house. "Oh fuck, Abir! Yes, harder!" she cried, her curvy body arching as he pounded into her mercilessly, each brutal thrust shaking her frame, her big butt slapping against the cushions.
Rishita straddled Joita's face, lowering her dripping core onto Joita's eager tongue. Joita licked hungrily, her moans vibrating against Rishita, who gasped and ground down harder. "Joita, your tongue... ahh!" Rishita moaned, her hands kneading Joita's big breasts, pinching the nipples until Joita screamed into her pussy.
Abir's thrusts were relentless, brutal—pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his balls slapping against Joita's big butt. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and tight, her moans growing louder with each punishing stroke. "Take it, Joita," he grunted, grabbing her big breasts and squeezing them roughly, using them as leverage to fuck her deeper.
They switched: Rishita now riding Abir reverse cowgirl on the floor, her ass bouncing as she impaled herself on his cock. Joita knelt between them, her curvy body on display as she licked Rishita's clit and Abir's shaft where they joined. Rishita's moans were sharp and desperate: "Fuck, yes! Don't stop!" Joita's big breasts pressed against Rishita's thighs, her big butt raised invitingly.
Joita bent over the couch arm, her big butt high in the air. Abir gripped her hips, thrusting brutally into her from behind, each slam making her curvy body jiggle, her big breasts swinging pendulously. "Abir! Oh god, you're tearing me apart!" Joita moaned, her voice breaking into screams as he reached around to rub her clit. Rishita lay beneath, sucking on Joita's dangling breasts, biting the nipples gently, drawing out more moans from Joita.
On all fours beside Joita, Abir switching between them, thrusting brutally into Rishita while fingering Joita. Rishita's moans were high-pitched: "Harder, Abir! Fuck me like you own me!" But Joita's curvy form stole the show—Abir couldn't resist slapping her big butt, watching it ripple as he pounded her again.
Abir pulled Joita up, bending her over the sofa's armrest, entering her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing as her big breasts bounced wildly, her moans turning to cries—"Ohh, harder!"—her first breaking point with him hitting, Rishita watching, her hands squeezing Joita's breasts.
He laid Rishita on the floor, entering her with passionate depth, her moans—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her first breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts jiggling, Joita joining by kissing Abir's neck, her hands on Rishita's curves.
Abir lifted Rishita onto a dining chair, thrusting upward with savage force, her screams—"Ahhh, more!"—her second breaking point a hoarse moan, her breasts bouncing, Joita straddling Abir's face, her pussy pressed against his mouth as he licked her intensely.
They moved to the bedroom, Abir binding Joita's wrists with a scarf, entering her from behind with relentless depth, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her second breaking point a guttural cry, her breasts swaying, Rishita riding Abir's thigh, her moans blending with Joita's.
Abir positioned both women on the bed, entering Joita while Rishita lay beneath, their bodies pressed together, his thrusts deep and brutal, Joita's screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—her third breaking point, Rishita's second a desperate wail, their breasts bouncing in unison, his hands pulling Joita's hair.
screams—"Ohh, Abir, enough!"—her fourth breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts pressed against the wall, Rishita kissing Abir, her hands on his chest.
Abir laid them both back, alternating between them, entering Joita with brutal force, her screams—"Ahhh, please!"—her fifth breaking point a shudder, then Rishita, her third a weak moan, their bodies quaking, his hands squeezing their breasts and butts.
Their bodies slick with sweat, the house echoing with their cries. Missionary with Rishita, her legs over Abir's shoulders as he thrust deep, but soon he flipped back to Joita, spooning her from behind. His hand cupped her big breast, squeezing as he rammed into her, her big butt grinding back against him. Joita's moans turned animalistic: "Yes, Abir! Fuck my pussy—ahh!"
A chain formed: Abir brutally thrusting into Joita doggy-style, her face buried in Rishita's pussy. Joita's tongue worked furiously, her moans muffled but intense, her curvy body rocking with each savage pound. Rishita writhed, moaning: "Joita, eat me—oh fuck!"
Standing against the wall, Joita's legs wrapped around Abir as he lifted her curvy frame, thrusting up brutally, her big breasts smashing against his chest; Rishita on top of Abir while Joita sat on his face; double cowgirl with both women grinding on him. Orgasms crashed through them: Rishita shuddering first, her moans peaking in a scream; Joita following, her pussy squirting around Abir's cock as he thrust without mercy.
The encounter stretched for hours, a marathon of passion and power, the room a stage for their intense threesome. Abir's deep thrusts were a relentless symphony, his hands rough on Joita's big breasts and Rishita's curves, their moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic chorus. Joita's breasts bounced wildly, nearly tearing apart from the force, Rishita's perky mounds jiggling with each thrust, their bodies marked with sweat and red welts as he pushed them beyond their limits.
Finally, Joita and Rishita collapsed onto the bed, their bodies exhausted and glistening. "I can't take it anymore, guys," Rishita panted, her voice weak, limbs trembling.
"Me too," Joita echoed, her curvy body sprawled, big breasts rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Abir, still rock-hard and insatiable, loomed over them. He grabbed Joita's big breasts, squeezing them hard, thumbs flicking her nipples. "You will," he commanded, his voice dark with lust. He entered her again with a deep, brutal thrust, her moan—"Mmm, Abir!"—rising to a loud scream—"Ahhh, yes!"—as he fucked her again and again, her body trembling under his renewed assault.
He flipped Joita onto her back, spreading her legs and slamming into her again with brutal force. Her pussy, slick and swollen, took every inch as he thrust relentlessly, each stroke deeper and harder than before. Joita's moans erupted louder, raw and desperate: "Abir! Fuck—yes! Don't stop!" Her big breasts bounced wildly with each punishing thrust, her big butt lifting off the bed to meet him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto him, fucking her without mercy—slow, teasing pulls followed by savage slams that made her scream.
He switched to doggy again, her big butt presented like an offering. Slapping it hard, leaving red marks, he thrust brutally, her curvy body quaking. Joita's moans grew deafening: "Oh god, Abir! You're destroying me—ahh!" She came again, her walls clenching, but he kept going, flipping her side-by-side, one hand on her big breast, the other rubbing her clit as he pounded away.
As the evening sun dipped low, casting orange light through the windows, they finally slowed. Joita, voice hoarse from moaning, glanced outside. "Abir, let's walk Rishita home. It's getting late."
Abir nodded, his body spent but satisfied. "Alright." They dressed slowly—rumpled clothes over marked skin—and left the house, stepping into the cooling twilight, the door locking behind them with a click.