The cool night air thrummed with raw energy in the open field near Rishita's house, the moonlight illuminating the tangled grass where Abir stood, his rock-hard dick still slick from the second girl's mouth. The slender, aroused girl perched on his lap, her small, firm breasts heaving as she adjusted to his thick length inside her wet pussy, let out a deep moan—"Ohh, fuck…"—her body trembling with anticipation. Joita's sultry command—"Darling, show her why only I can handle you"—echoed in his ears, fueling his lust. With a guttural roar, Abir gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began fucking her with savage brutality, his cock ramming into her tight cunt with bone-jarring force, each thrust a violent claim that shook her entire frame.
Abir pounded upward with merciless power, his dick slamming into her dripping pussy with such force that her small tits jolted violently, her screams—"Ahh, Abir, yes!"—ripping through the night as her first breaking point hit with a violent shudder, her nails clawing at his shoulders, drawing blood, the grass beneath them trembling from the impact.
He stood, yanking her off his lap, bending her forward with a brutal shove, his cock driving into her from behind with earth-shattering depth, each thrust a punishing battering ram that made her ass ripple, her cries—"Mmm, Abir, harder!"—turning to desperate wails as her second breaking point crashed through, her body buckling under the relentless assault, the first girl watching with wide, horrified yet aroused eyes.
Abir slammed her against a nearby rock, his dick plowing into her cunt with ferocious intensity, each thrust a seismic shock that cracked the stone behind her, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, fuck!"—her third breaking point a shattered cry, her tits mashed against the rough surface, her body quaking as if on the verge of collapse.
He hoisted her into his arms, his cock ramming into her pussy mid-air with such brutal force that her legs flailed helplessly, her screams—"Ahhh, stop, please!"—her fourth breaking point a broken plea, her small breasts jolting with each savage thrust, her body going limp as she begged, her voice cracking. Abir, sensing her limit, halted, pulling out with a grunt, his breath heavy as she crumpled to her knees, gasping for air, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat and bruises.
The first girl, emboldened by the display, quickly shed her clothes—her top and jeans falling to the grass—revealing a softer, curvier figure, her breasts fuller and her skin flushed with desire. "I want to be next," she declared, her voice shaky but determined, her hands trembling at her sides.
The second girl, still catching her breath, looked up with concern. "This will be too much for you," she warned, her voice hoarse, her body slumped in exhaustion.
The first girl met her gaze, a mix of fear and longing in her eyes. "Maybe, but I want to feel it," she insisted, stepping closer.
Abir, his arousal reignited, seized her with a possessive yank, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. He rammed his cock into her with a brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—exploding as he carried her, her curvy body jolted against him. Her eyes rolled back, her moans—"Mmm, yes…"—interrupted by conflicting pleas—"Stop, stop… no, don't stop!"—her full breasts bouncing with each savage stroke, her pussy clenching around his cock as her first breaking point hit with a violent spasm.
Abir fucked her mid-air, his dick smashing into her wet cunt with such force that her body rocked like a ragdoll, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, more!"—her second breaking point a trembling, fractured cry, her tits slamming against his chest, her legs flailing weakly.
He dropped her to the grass, mounting her with a thunderous thrust, his cock pulverizing her pussy, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her third breaking point a hoarse, shattered scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands crushing her hips with bruising power.
Abir slammed her against a tree, his dick ramming into her cunt with bone-crushing speed, each thrust splintering the bark behind her, her cries—"Ahhh, yes, no!"—her fourth breaking point a guttural, broken moan, her tits mashed against the trunk, her body shuddering under the onslaught.
He spun her around, lifting her again, his cock driving into her from behind with such brutal force that her screams—"Ohh, stop, please!"—her fifth breaking point a desperate, fragmented wail, her eyes rolling back, her breasts swaying violently. She begged again, her voice a shattered whisper, and Abir, relenting, released her, letting her collapse to the ground, her breath ragged, her body trembling and bruised.
Joita, watching with her evil smile, chuckled softly. "See, I told you two…" she taunted, her voice smug.
Abir turned to her, his lust undimmed, and pulled her into a deep, bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with savage hunger. Without breaking the kiss, he shoved her to the grass, ramming his cock into her with a brutal thrust, her moan—"Mmm, Abir!"—rising to a loud, fractured scream—"Ahhh, yes!"—as he fucked her again with unrelenting force.
"Abir, wait, Abir!" she gasped, her hands pushing against his chest, but he ignored her, increasing his thrusting with earth-shattering power, his dick smashing into her pussy, her screams—"Ohh, fuck!"—echoing as her body convulsed despite her protests.
After a while, Abir released her with a satisfied roar, his breath heavy, his dominance reaffirmed. Joita lay beside him, her chest heaving, her body marked with his brutal passion.
As the night deepened, it grew very late. Abir, with a tender shift, princess-carried Joita in his arms, her head resting against his chest as they returned to his home. The house was quiet, the remnants of the day's chaos settled. They prepared a simple dinner—rice and stir-fried vegetables—eating together in a comfortable silence, the intimacy of the moment a stark contrast to their earlier frenzy. After finishing, Joita leaned close, her voice a soft whisper. "Abir, let's sleep together."