The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the college campus as Riya led Abir away from the classroom, her confident stride in her tight red kurta accentuating her full breasts and swaying hips. Her voice was low and sultry, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she glanced back at him. "Follow me, Abir. I've got the perfect spot for today's turn," she said, her tone a mix of command and invitation. Abir, his pulse quickening, followed her without question, his mind still buzzing from the previous encounters, his white shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.
They slipped through a side door into the college's old gymnasium, a spacious room with high ceilings, faded basketball lines on the wooden floor, and stacks of mats and equipment lining the walls. The air was thick with the scent of rubber and dust, the large windows covered with heavy curtains that blocked most of the light, casting the space in a dim, intimate glow. Riya locked the door behind them, turning to Abir with a wicked smile. "No one comes here after hours," she purred, her hands already tugging at her kurta, peeling it off to reveal a lacy red bra that strained against her full, perky breasts. Her jeans followed, sliding down to expose matching red panties that hugged her curvy hips and toned thighs. Abir shed his shirt and pants, his erect manhood standing ready, throbbing with need.
Riya stepped close, her hands roaming his chest, squeezing his muscles as she kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging into his mouth with a hungry passion that made him groan—"Mmm, Riya…"—her lips tasting sweet and urgent. Abir responded, his hands sliding to her breasts, squeezing them firmly through the bra, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he rolled her nipples, drawing a moan—"Ohh, yes!"—from her. He unhooked the bra, letting her breasts bounce free, and squeezed them harder, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks until she arched into him, her panties discarded in a heap.
Abir pushed her onto a stack of mats, her legs spreading wide as he entered her with a deep, brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing off the high ceilings. His hands squeezed her breasts, the firm mounds jiggling with each forceful stroke, her moans rising—"Ohh, harder!"—her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her inner walls clenching around him, her juices coating his length.
He pulled her to the wall, lifting her legs high, thrusting with grinding brutality, each deep plunge a punishing claim that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, yes!"—her eyes fluttering as her second breaking point crashed through, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her hands clutching the wall for support.
Abir bent her over a workout bench, entering from behind with savage depth, each fast stroke a violent invasion that made her scream—"Ohh, Abir, more!"—her third breaking point a trembling cry, her breasts jiggling with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force.
He threw her to the rubber mat floor, mounting her from above with relentless force, her moans—"Mmm, too much!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts bouncing wildly, his hands squeezing them with rough intensity, the mat creaking beneath them.
Abir lifted her against a stack of weights, thrusting upward with brutal passion, her screams—"Ahhh, yes!"—her fifth breaking point a piercing cry, her breasts heaving with each stroke, his hands roaming her curves with savage grip.
He bound her wrists to a pull-up bar, thrusting with grinding intensity, her moans—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her sixth breaking point a desperate wail, her breasts bouncing against the bar, her body trembling as he ignored her pleas.
Abir chained her to the mat with a jump rope, entering from behind with savage speed, her screams—"Ahhh, no more!"—her seventh breaking point a guttural moan, her breasts pressed into the mat, her body quaking.
He pinned her against the wall one last time, thrusting with hardcore depth, her weak scream—"Ahh…"—fading into a moan, her eighth breaking point a silent shudder, her breasts jiggling faintly, her body limp as he finished with a primal roar.
The encounter stretched on for hours, a marathon of passion and power, the gym a stage for their desire. After resting for a while, Abir rose, his body still humming with energy. As he was about to return home, Monika suddenly stood before him, blocking his path with a smirk. "I have a task for you," she said, her voice laced with mischief.