The dim light of the apartment cast a sultry, amber glow over the scene, the faint hum of a ceiling fan stirring the heavy air thick with the musky scent of arousal, sweat, and the lingering floral perfume of the women. Isha stepped forward, her red dress discarded, revealing a lithe body adorned with a black thong that clung to her moist skin, the fabric outlining her swollen labia. Her eyes locked onto Abir's with a knowing smirk, the memory of their past threesome with Monika igniting a primal hunger in her gaze. Monika and The other women—Rita, Aparna, Ela, and Akhi—watched from their plush seats, their anticipation palpable, the air saturated with the tangy aroma of their excitement. Abir stood ready, his muscular frame glistening with a sheen of perspiration, his cock hardening again, the thick shaft pulsing with veins, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Isha sauntered toward him, her hips swaying, the soft slap of her bare feet against the hardwood floor echoing in the silence. She pushed him onto a plush armchair, its velvet fabric warm and slightly damp from the room's heat, and climbed onto his lap, facing away. Her moan—"Ohh, Abir!"—a sultry, throaty cry as she lowered herself onto his throbbing shaft, the wet heat of her pussy enveloping him, her inner walls slick and tight. Abir gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and thrust upward with brutal force, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating, her screams—"Ahh, yes!"—filling the room as her first breaking point hit, her body shaking, her breasts bouncing with each savage stroke, the nipples dark and erect, her juices dripping in warm rivulets onto his thighs.
Abir pounded into her from below, his cock slamming into her drenched pussy with relentless depth, the wet squelch of her arousal mixing with her screams—"Ahh, yes!"—her first breaking point erupting, her body quaking, her breasts jiggling, the salty scent of her sweat filling the air, her juices pooling on the chair's edge.
He yanked her to the sofa, its leather creaking under her weight, bending her backward over the backrest, her spine arching painfully. He entered her with grinding brutality, his dick stretching her cunt, the friction generating a hot, slick sound, her moans—"Mmm, Abir, more!"—her second breaking point a trembling wail, her legs trembling, her breasts heaving, the musky aroma of her arousal intensifying.
Abir laid her on the plush carpet, its fibers tickling her skin, twisting her onto her side, thrusting with savage speed, his cock plunging deep, the rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass filling the room, her cries—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her third breaking point a hoarse scream, her body contorting, her breasts jiggling, the carpet warm and damp beneath her.
He lifted her onto the cool, smooth kitchen countertop, its marble surface chilling her thighs as he spread her legs wide, ramming his cock into her with bone-crushing force, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing as her fourth breaking point hit, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping the edge, her juices leaving a sticky trail on the stone.
Abir pressed her against the rough door frame, its wood grain scraping her back, lifting one leg high, thrusting with grinding intensity, the creak of the frame blending with her moans—"Mmm, too deep!"—her fifth breaking point a desperate cry, her breasts pressed against the wood, her body quaking, the salty tang of her sweat dripping down her spine.
The intensity of Isha's encounter left her slumped on the floor, her body trembling, her moans fading to shallow gasps, the room heavy with the pungent aroma of her exertion, the women watching with awe-struck expressions, their breaths quickening, the heat of their stares adding to the charged atmosphere.
Ela rose next, her bold adventurer's spirit shining through. She shed her tight jeans and top, revealing a toned physique in a blue sports bra and panties, which she discarded, exposing her firm breasts and glistening pussy. "My turn," she declared, pulling Abir to his feet with a challenging grin, the scent of her arousal mingling with the room's humidity.
Ela hopped onto the kitchen countertop, its cold marble pressing against her bare ass, spreading her legs as Abir stepped between them, ramming his cock into her with bone-crushing force, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—echoing as her first breaking point hit, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping the edge, her juices smearing the surface.
He pulled her to the wall, its rough texture scraping her shoulders, lifting one leg high, thrusting with grinding intensity, her moans—"Mmm, Abir, more!"—her second breaking point a trembling wail, her breasts heaving, the salty sweat beading on her skin.
Abir flipped her onto the ottoman, its velvet cushion sinking under her weight, entering from an angle with savage depth, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, stop!"—her third breaking point a desperate cry, her body shuddering, her breasts pressed into the fabric, the ottoman creaking.
He pulled her to the sofa, its leather warm and slick, sitting her on the armrest facing him, thrusting upward with relentless force, her moans—"Ahh, yes!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her breasts jiggling wildly, the leather squeaking beneath her.
Abir chained her wrists with a belt, the leather biting into her skin, thrusting from behind with brutal speed, her cries—"Mmm, too much!"—her fifth breaking point a guttural moan, her body quaking, the carpet rubbing her knees red, the room filled with the earthy scent of her exertion.
The intensity of Ela's encounter left her slumped on the carpet, her body limp and slick with sweat, the air saturated with the raw, musky odor of her release. Abir, his chest heaving, stepped back, his stamina still formidable, his skin glistening with a mix of sweat and her juices. He grabbed a glass of water from a nearby table, the cool liquid trickling down his throat, a sharp contrast to the heat of the room, as he caught his breath. The room buzzed with tension as the women watched, their excitement growing, the damp fabric of their clothes clinging to their aroused bodies.
Rita, lounging on the couch in her green top, leaned forward, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "It's my turn now, Abir," she whispered, her eyes smoldering with desire, her fingers tracing the edge of her top as she began to peel it off, the fabric sliding slowly over her full breasts, the scent of her arousal wafting toward him.