The middle of the night cloaked Abir's room in a soft darkness, the faint glow of the moon seeping through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the bed where Abir and Joita sat, their bodies still warm from the day's earlier intensity. Wrapped in a shared blanket, they talked in hushed tones, their conversation laced with flirtatious undertones. Joita teased him about his stamina, her evil smile flickering as she traced a finger along his chest, while Abir countered with a playful growl, his hand brushing her thigh, their laughter mingling with the quiet night. The air between them crackled with a lingering desire, but exhaustion from their wild encounters tempered their energy.
After a while, Abir leaned back, his voice soft but firm. "Let's sleep now. We have college tomorrow."
Joita nodded, her smile fading into a content sigh. "Agreed."
They settled into bed, Abir spooning Joita from behind, his arm draped over her waist, her curvaceous body fitting perfectly against his. The warmth of her skin and the steady rhythm of her breathing lulled them into a deep sleep, the night enveloping them in a rare moment of peace.
In the morning, the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, stirring Abir from his slumber. He awoke to find himself still spooning Joita, her big, round buttocks pressed against him, the soft flesh igniting a sudden, primal arousal. His dick hardened instantly, and with a hungry glint in his eye, he spat into his hand, lubricating his thick shaft with a slick coating. Without warning, he positioned himself and pushed his cock deep into her from behind, the sudden intrusion tearing a loud moan from Joita's lips—"Ahhh, Abir!"
Abir's hands shot to her big breasts, grabbing them tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh as he began fucking her with brutal force. His cock rammed into her pussy with savage depth, each thrust a violent jolt that shook her entire body. Joita, still groggy from sleep, moaned through her protest, "Please, Abir, I can't… after last night," her voice breaking with each punishing stroke, her breasts bouncing wildly under his iron grip.
Ignoring her plea, Abir shoved four fingers into her mouth, stifling her cries as he increased his thrusting with earth-shattering power, his dick smashing into her cunt with relentless fury. Joita sucked on his fingers instinctively, her muffled screams—"Mmmph!"—escaping around them, her body trembling as the brutal rhythm overwhelmed her. She managed a garbled, "Abir, please, I…" but her words dissolved into a sharp scream as he grabbed her mouth, his hand clamping over her lips.
"Take it all, bitch," he snarled, his rage flaring as he thrust even deeper, his cock pulverizing her pussy with bone-crushing force. Her breasts jiggled violently, the skin reddening under his tight hold, her moans escalating into a chaotic symphony of pain and pleasure.
Abir fucked her from behind with savage intensity, his dick ramming into her wet cunt, her screams—"Ahhh, no!"—her first breaking point hitting with a violent shudder, her big tits bouncing against his hands, the bed creaking under the assault.
He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her to the bed's edge, his cock driving into her pussy with brutal depth, her cries—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her second breaking point a fractured wail, her breasts mashed into the mattress, his hands pulling her hair.
Abir pulled her up, slamming her against the wall, his dick smashing into her cunt with earth-shattering force, her screams—"Ahhh, please!"—her third breaking point a broken moan, her tits jolting against the wall, his fingers still in her mouth.
He threw her to the floor, mounting her with a thunderous thrust, his cock pulverizing her pussy, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse, shattered scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his rage unrelenting.
The encounter stretched on, a marathon of rage and domination, the room a stage for Abir's unyielding fury. His brutal thrusts were a relentless assault, his hands rough on Joita's big tits, ass, and hair, her moans and screams—"Mmm, Abir, no!"—a chaotic, pleading chorus. 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 beyond her limits.
After a while, Abir finished with a satisfied roar, his cock pulsing as he released inside her, collapsing onto Joita's trembling form, their bodies slick with sweat and marked with red welts. They lay there, naked and panting, the morning light growing stronger.
Suddenly, the calling bell rang, shattering the silence. Abir and Joita startled, their eyes meeting in alarm. "I think that's my parents," Abir whispered, his voice tense with the realization.