The evening air carried a gentle chill as Abir and Joita walked Rishita to her home, the streets of the quiet neighborhood bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Rishita's light blue kurta swayed with each step, her exhaustion from the earlier encounter evident but her smile warm as they chatted. The conversation flowed easily—Rishita asking about Joita's plans, Joita teasing Abir about his stamina, and Abir responding with playful bravado, the trio sharing laughter that eased the tension of the day. They reached Rishita's doorstep, where she turned with a grateful nod, slipping inside and leaving Joita and Abir alone under the darkening sky.
Joita's evil smile returned as she glanced at Abir, her long black hair catching the faint moonlight, her tight red top and jeans hugging her voluptuous figure. "Let's not go back yet," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction, pulling him toward an open field near Rishita's house. The night had deepened, the stars twinkling above in a vast, dark canopy, the grass cool and slightly damp underfoot, the distant hum of the city fading into silence. Abir, his pulse quickening, followed her lead, the thrill of the exposed setting igniting his desire.
Without hesitation, Abir grabbed Joita, his hands rough as he tugged at her top, ripping it off to reveal her lacy black bra, her big breasts straining against the fabric. She moaned—"Mmm, Abir…"—as he tore the bra away, letting her breasts bounce free, the nipples hardening under the night air. Joita shed her jeans and panties, her body a vision of raw desire under the starlight, while Abir stripped off his shirt and pants, his erect manhood standing rigid, the cool breeze a stark contrast to his heated flesh.
He pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth with a savage hunger that made her gasp—"Ohh, yes!"—her hands clawing at his back. His hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them with brutal force, his fingers digging into the soft mounds as he licked and bit her nipples, her moans rising—"Mmm, Abir, more!"—her body arching into him. Then, with a primal grunt, he pushed her onto the grass, entering her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir, fuck me!"—echoing across the field.
Abir pounded into her with savage depth, his cock slamming into her wet pussy, her big breasts bouncing wildly, her screams—"Ohh, yes, harder!"—her first breaking point hitting as her juices coated him, the grass crunching beneath her writhing body.
He dragged her to a tree, binding her wrists with her torn top, thrusting with grinding brutality, his dick plunging deep into her cunt, her moans turning to cries—"Mmm, Abir, fuck me raw!"—her second breaking point crashing through, her tits jiggling against the bark, her ass clenching under his rough grip.
Midway through, Joita's eyes caught a flicker of movement in the distance—two girls, hidden behind a bush, watching with wide, aroused eyes, their breaths visible in the cool air. A wicked grin spread across her face as she noticed their turned-on expressions. She leaned into Abir, whispering loudly, "Fuck me harder, you bastard!" Her curse fueled her, her pussy tightening around him as she egged him on.
Abir, oblivious to the audience, felt a surge of rage at her taunt, his cock throbbing with renewed fury. "You filthy slut, take it!" he growled, his thrusts growing more brutal, his hands yanking her hair to arch her neck as he fucked her harder.
He lifted her into his arms, his dick slamming into her dripping cunt with savage force, her screams—"Ahhh, you asshole, more!"—her third breaking point a trembling cry, her tits heaving, his hands squeezing her ass so hard it left red marks, the open sky witnessing her degradation.
He threw her back to the grass, mounting her with relentless depth, his cock pounding her pussy, her moans—"Mmm, you fucker, destroy me!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands pulling her hair as he cursed, "Take it, you whore!"
Abir pressed her against the tree again, his dick thrusting with brutal speed into her soaked cunt, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, you bastard, stop!"—her fifth breaking point a piercing cry, her tits mashed against the trunk, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his raging cock as he snarled, "You love this, don't you, bitch?"
The encounter stretched on under the open sky, a marathon of rage and lust, the field a stage for Abir's unyielding assault. His deep, brutal thrusts were a relentless assault, his hands rough on Joita's big tits, ass, and hair, her moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, fuck me harder!"—a chaotic, cursing chorus carried by the wind. He pulled her hair with each savage thrust, yanking her head back to expose her neck, which he bit with feral hunger, her sexy body a canvas of his roughness—her large breasts bouncing violently, her pussy stretched and dripping, her thighs quaking as he broke her. Her begging—"Ahhh, I can't take it, you asshole!"—met with harder, deeper thrusts, her body shuddering under his fury, her eyes rolling back as she neared collapse.
After a long, grueling time, Abir finally released Joita, his breath ragged as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. They collapsed onto the grass, lying side by side, their bodies slick with sweat and marked with red welts, the cool ground a relief against their heated skin. Joita, catching her breath, suddenly called out loudly, "You can come out now!"
Abir, still dazed and confused, turned his head, his mind reeling. From the shadows, the two girls emerged—young, with flushed faces and lust-filled eyes, their clothes slightly disheveled from their covert watching. Abir, startled, scrambled to grab his underwear, his shock evident.
Joita intercepted him, her evil smile returning as she placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, they can't see clearly now." she said, her tone mocking yet triumphant.
Abir froze, his eyes widening in shock.