Monika approached Abir, her sly smile transforming into a predatory grin as she shed her sleek black dress. Her body was a striking blend of power and allure, a muscular physique honed by discipline, with broad shoulders and defined arms that exuded strength. What had first drawn Abir to her were her big breasts, full and heavy, spilling out as she discarded her sheer black bra, the dark, hardened nipples standing erect against her tanned skin, a faint sheen of anticipation glistening on their curves. Her big buttocks, round and firm, strained against the black thong she tugged off, the muscular flesh quivering with each step, her thighs thick and powerful. Her pussy, already moist and visible, added to the raw magnetism that had captivated him, her entire form radiating a hungry, wolf-like energy.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, Abir. Try not to die," she growled, her voice low and menacing. She pushed him down onto the plush carpet, its soft fibers tickling his back with a cool, velvety touch, the faint musty scent of the fabric rising as the heat of their bodies warmed it. Abir lay sprawled, his muscular frame slick with sweat, his thick cock standing erect, pulsing with anticipation, the salty tang of his exertion mingling with the room's humid air. Monika straddled him like a hungry wolf, her eyes blazing with pent-up desire. "I've been waiting for this a long time, Abir. Now I'm going to drain you," she hissed, her hands gripping his chest, her nails leaving faint red trails as she lowered her wet, warm pussy onto his shaft.
Monika rode him with savage speed, her slick pussy engulfing his cock in one fierce descent, the wet squelch of their union echoing in the room, her moan—"Ahh, Abir!"—a wild cry as she thrust with brutal force. Her big breasts bounced rhythmically, the salty sweat dripping from her dark nipples onto his chest, leaving a cool trail, her muscular big buttocks clapping against his thighs with a sharp, rhythmic smack, the carpet growing damp beneath them, her first breaking point hitting with a shudder, the musky scent of her arousal intensifying.
She spun around, facing away, her muscular big ass dominating his view, the smooth, tanned skin glistening with sweat as she slammed down onto his cock, the wet slap of her buttocks against his hips resonating, her screams—"Ohh, yes! Take it, Abir!"—echoing as her second breaking point crashed through. The earthy aroma of her juices filled the air, coating his groin with a warm, sticky film, the carpet fibers rubbing against his legs, her buttocks quivering with each thrust.
Monika rose, flipping him onto his back, the carpet's cool texture pressing into his spine, before standing over him, her powerful thighs flexing as she lowered herself onto his shaft. She thrust with grinding force, the faint creak of the floorboards blending with her moans—"Mmm, I'm draining you, Abir!"—her third breaking point a trembling wail, her big breasts heaving, the salty sweat beading on her skin and dripping onto his face, the room thick with the pungent scent of their exertion.
Abir sat up, leaning against the wall, its rough plaster scraping his back, and Monika climbed onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin with a sharp sting. She fucked him with ferocious speed, her big breasts smashing against his chest, the friction generating a hot, slick sound, her cries—"Ahhh, harder! You're mine!"—her fourth breaking point a hoarse scream, her muscular big ass slapping his thighs with a rapid, wet thud, the wall vibrating with their force.
Monika pulled him to a plush armchair, its velvet cushion sinking under her muscular frame, the fabric warm and slightly damp from the room's heat. She sat him down, then mounted him facing forward, her big buttocks perfectly filling the chair's contours, the velvet rubbing against her powerful thighs as she rode him with unrelenting force. Her big breasts bounced in his face, the soft, tanned skin brushing his lips, the smooth muscle of her legs flexing with each thrust, her fifth breaking point a guttural moan, the chair creaking with a deep groan, the room saturated with her earthy scent.
She dragged him to the ottoman, its firm surface ideal for her athletic build, the leather cool against his skin as she straddled him again, her muscular big ass spreading across the cushion, the material creaking under her weight. She thrust with savage depth, her screams—"Ohh, Abir, more! I'll drain you dry!"—her sixth breaking point a piercing cry, her big breasts heaving, the ottoman wobbling with a rhythmic thud, the air thick with the tangy aroma of her sweat.
Monika pushed him flat again, the carpet's damp fibers clinging to his back, grinding her pussy onto his cock with relentless fury, the wet heat of her arousal soaking through, her moans—"Mmm, take it all!"—her seventh breaking point a desperate wail, her big breasts pressed into his chest, the salty sweat pooling between them, the room filled with the earthy scent of her exertion.
She rode him to her eighth climax, her body trembling uncontrollably, her muscular big ass quaking, the skin slick with sweat, her big breasts slapping against him with a soft, wet smack, the wet heat of her pussy clenching around him. With a final, exhausted moan—"Ahh… drained…"—she collapsed onto him, hugging him powerlessly, her muscular body pressing against his, her breath hot and ragged against his neck, the carpet beneath them saturated with their combined fluids.
Abir smirked, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee as he felt her weaken. "Now it's my turn," he said, his voice low and commanding, his hands tensing to seize control.