The late afternoon sun dipped low as Monika led Abir away from the college campus, her smirk widening with every step. Dressed in a sleek black dress that clung to her curves, she guided him through the bustling streets, her hand occasionally brushing his arm with teasing intent. "I've got something special planned, Abir," she murmured, her voice laced with mischief. "A task that'll push your limits like never before." After a short walk, they arrived at a modest apartment building, its exterior weathered but discreet. She unlocked the door to a third-floor unit, ushering him inside with a sly grin.
The apartment was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of perfume and anticipation. As Abir stepped in, he froze—five women lounged on plush couches and chairs, their eyes locking onto him with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Monika stepped forward, gesturing to each with a flourish. "Meet the crew," she announced. "This is Rita, with her fiery spirit; Aparna, the sultry siren; Ela, the bold adventurer; and Akhi, the quiet storm. And…" She paused for effect, her smirk deepening. "Isha. You remember her, right?" Abir nodded, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. Isha, with her striking features and confident posture, had joined him and Monika for a wild threesome at Monika's house months ago, a memory that still burned in his mind.
Monika clapped her hands, her voice ringing with authority. "Welcome to the party, Abir. This is no ordinary gathering. Each of us will fuck you, and you'll judge who's the best. Think you can handle it?" Her eyes challenged him, daring him to back down.
Abir, his pulse racing, nodded with a confident smirk. "I'm in."
Monika clapped again, stepping back with a knowing grin. "Perfect. But let's shake things up—Akhi, you're first," she declared, nodding toward the quiet storm. The others murmured in surprise, their anticipation shifting as Akhi rose, her presence commanding despite her reserved demeanor. She shed her flowing gray dress, revealing a voluptuous figure with a hint of soft fat, her big breasts spilling out of a white lace bra, and her big buttocks straining against matching lace panties. The room buzzed with tension as Monika and the others—Rita, Aparna, Ela, and Isha—settled in, their gazes fixed on the unfolding spectacle.
Akhi approached Abir, her eyes glinting with a hidden fire, and pulled him toward a wide, cushioned ottoman in the center of the room. The atmosphere thickened as the women watched, their awe palpable.
Akhi pushed Abir onto the ottoman, straddling him as she guided his throbbing cock into her wet pussy, her moan—"Ahh, Abir!"—a sharp cry as he thrust upward with brutal force. His hands gripped her big breasts, squeezing them hard, her nipples hardening under his rough palms, her screams—"Ohh, yes!"—echoing as her first breaking point hit, her body trembling, her juices slicking his shaft.
He lifted her, pinning her against the wall, ramming his cock into her with savage depth, each thrust a punishing jolt that made her moan loudly—"Mmm, Abir, harder!"—her second breaking point a fractured wail, her big breasts bouncing against the plaster, leaving faint red marks.
Abir threw her to the carpet, mounting her with relentless force, his cock plunging deep, her screams—"Ahhh, more!"—her third breaking point a desperate cry, her big buttocks quivering, his hands clamping her hips with bruising intensity.
He dragged her to a chair, bending her over the backrest, thrusting with grinding brutality, her moans—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her big breasts swaying, the chair creaking under the pressure.
Abir hoisted her onto a dining table, spreading her legs wide, his cock hammering into her with hardcore force, her weak cries—"Ahh…"—fading into moans, her fifth breaking point a silent shudder, her big breasts heaving, the table wobbling.
The room was filled with the sounds of Akhi's escalating moans and screams, her voluptuous body a canvas of sweat and red marks from Abir's relentless assault. Her friends watched in stunned awe, their breaths hitching as they witnessed his savage dominance—Rita's lips parted, Aparna's hands gripping the couch edge, Ela's gaze intense, and Isha's smirk widening with recognition. Abir's thrusts were unyielding, each stroke a testament to his stamina, his hands roaming her curves with rough precision, squeezing her big breasts and buttocks until she quivered uncontrollably.
After what felt like an eternity, Abir slowed, his chest heaving as he stepped back, leaving Akhi panting on the table, her body limp and glistening with sweat. The other women exchanged glances, their anticipation palpable. Isha rose from her seat, her red dress slipping off as she approached, her voice husky. "My turn, Abir," she said, her eyes burning with determination.