The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Professor Meera's office, casting slanted shadows across the room as Abir stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The air was thick with anticipation, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the tension that hung between them. Meera sat behind her desk, her figure accentuated by a fitted blouse and skirt, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "You told me to come, ma'am," Abir said, his voice tinged with confusion, his mind still reeling from the morning's chaos.
Meera rose gracefully, her lips curling into a sultry smile as she circled the desk, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. "Oh, Abir, my dear," she purred, her voice a velvet caress, "this 'assignment' is far more… personal than your usual coursework." She stopped inches from him, her breath warm against his ear. "I've been craving a taste of that stamina Joita brags about."
Before Abir could respond, Meera's hands were on him, yanking his shirt open with a savage tug, buttons exploding across the floor. She dropped to her knees, her fingers clawing at his pants, ripping them down to free his rock-hard cock, the veined shaft throbbing, pre-cum oozing from the swollen tip. With a feral snarl, she engulfed him, her lips stretching wide around his girth, her tongue thrashing against the sensitive underside with rabid intensity. She sucked with ruthless force, her throat convulsing as she forced him deep, gagging violently, thick saliva gushing from her mouth, dripping in torrents down her chin and onto her heaving cleavage. Abir roared—"Mmm, fuck, ma'am!"—his hands seizing her hair, wrenching her head down, jamming his cock so deep her gag reflex spasmed, her eyes bulging as she choked, saliva bubbling and splattering.
Meera devoured his cock with merciless brutality, her head slamming up and down, saliva flooding her face as she choked on his length, her gags a wet, guttural symphony—"Mmmph!"—his first breaking point erupting with a violent shudder, her nails digging into his thighs, leaving deep red marks.
Unable to hold back, Abir yanked her up, shredding her blouse with a feral rip, exposing her massive breasts, the nipples hard and dark. He slammed her against the desk, the impact cracking the wood, and rammed his cock into her sopping cunt with bone-crushing force, her scream—"Ahh, Abir, rip me apart!"—a raw, piercing wail, her pussy walls stretching painfully as he forced his way in, juices gushing with the savage penetration.
Abir pounded into her with earth-shattering thrusts, his cock annihilating her cunt, the desk splintering under their weight, her big tits flattening against the surface, her cries—"Ohh, fuck, obliterate me!"—her first breaking point a shattered, blood-curdling scream, her body convulsing with the intensity.
He dragged her to a chair, forcing her to straddle it backward, his cock ramming into her pussy with spine-shattering power, her screams—"Ahhh, I'm breaking!"—her second breaking point a desperate, choking howl, her breasts bouncing violently, the chair collapsing under the force.
Abir pinned her against the wall, his cock hammering into her with relentless, bone-crushing fury, her screams—"Mmm, kill me!"—her third breaking point a guttural, animalistic roar, her tits mashed flat, his hands strangling her throat, leaving purple bruises.
He threw her to the floor, mounting her with a thunderous thrust, his dick ravaging her cunt, her moans turning to screams—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse, fractured plea, her body thrashing, his hands crushing her hips until they bruised deeply.
Abir hoisted her onto the desk again, flipping her onto her back, his cock plunging into her battered pussy with apocalyptic force, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—her fifth breaking point a broken sob, her tits jiggling, her thighs trembling from the relentless pounding.
He dragged her to the corner, slamming her face-first into the wall, his cock ramming into her ass with brutal depth, her scream—"Ohh, fuck, I'm dying!"—her sixth breaking point a faint, gurgling cry, her body limp, her ass quivering from the violent intrusion.
Abir collapsed onto Meera's chest, his sweat-soaked body heaving, her massive breasts cushioning him, slick with sweat and her own juices. Meera whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible, "You really drained me, Abir…" Her breath was shallow, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Abir smirked, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "I'm not done yet," he growled, rolling her onto her stomach with a rough shove. He resumed his brutal thrusting, his cock slamming into her ravaged cunt with unrelenting ferocity, her body too broken to even beg, her moans reduced to weak, incoherent whimpers, her eyes rolling back as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
The next day, in the afternoon, Abir sat in his classroom, the hum of students a distant murmur as he leaned back in his chair, his body still buzzing from the previous day's carnage. The door creaked open, and Riya stepped in, her eyes locked on him with a determined glint, her lips curling into a provocative smirk. She sauntered toward him, her hips swaying, her voice low and dripping with seduction. "It's my turn today, Abir. I've been waiting for it—dreaming of that savage beast you unleashed, aching to feel it tear me apart, craving every brutal inch of you," she teased, her tone a sultry challenge, her gaze burning with anticipation.