Abir stood over Monika's barely conscious form, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat and her juices. Rita broke the silence, her voice cutting through the tension. "I think we all know who is the winner," she declared, her tone laced with awe. Isha nodded, adding, "Yes, we do." Ayesha chimed in with a sly grin, "Abir certainly loves to fuck her, that's for sure." Akhi, her voice trembling slightly, murmured, "I don't think I can handle him, like she handled him." Aparna, her gaze fixed on the scene, said, "Only a beast can endure getting fucked by a beast."
Monika, her muscular frame limp on the carpet, her tomboy haircut plastered to her sweat-drenched forehead, her big breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths, and her big, firm buttocks still quivering, stirred weakly. Her voice, faint and raspy, broke the silence. "Who are they talking about? Who is the winner, Abir?" she asked, her dark, hardened nipples glistening with perspiration. Abir smiled, his hand gently caressing her face, wiping away a bead of sweat. "They are talking about you, Monika. You are the winner," he said softly, his touch a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity.
Monika's eyes widened, a flicker of excitement breaking through her exhaustion. "Yes!! Abir, I want my prize!" she exclaimed, her voice gaining strength. Abir raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. "Sure. What is it, Monika?" he asked. A blush crept up her cheeks, a rare shyness softening her usually bold demeanor—a side of her Abir had never seen. She hesitated, then spoke, her voice low. "I noticed how you look at Joita. How much you enjoy fucking her. I know you love her. She is your top woman. And I also noticed how you look at Professor Meera with your lustful eyes. And I saw you become a beast when you fuck her. Yes, I know she is your second woman." Abir's smile faded slightly, replaced by a thoughtful nod. "You also know how I look at you. How much your body attracts me. How much I enjoy fucking you," he admitted, his gaze lingering on her muscular frame, big breasts, and big buttocks.
Monika's blush deepened, but she pressed on. "Of course I noticed, Abir. That's why I want to be your third woman. Can you accept that?" she asked, her eyes searching his. Abir's smile returned, warm and approving. "Of course. But we need to talk with the other two," he replied. Monika nodded, a determined glint in her eye. "Yes. I want to get close with them. Give me some time to prepare myself for that," she said. Abir agreed, "Okay, Monika."
A sudden shift occurred as Abir's hand moved lower, his cock pressing against her again. Monika's eyes widened in alarm. "Abir, why are you entering your dick inside me?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise. Abir smirked, his tone teasing yet assertive. "Because I'm not satisfied yet," he said, his intent clear. Monika protested, "No, Abir, that's enough for today. Hey, pull out. No, Abir! Abir!! Ahhhh…" Her words dissolved into a scream as Abir began fucking her again with brutal thrusting force, his cock plunging deep into her wet pussy. Monika's moans turned into piercing screams—"Ohh, Abir, too much!"—her big breasts bouncing wildly, her big buttocks quaking under the assault, the carpet dampening further with their combined fluids, the room filling with the earthy scent of her reluctant arousal.
The next afternoon, Abir sat in his classroom, the faint hum of students settling into their seats a stark contrast to the previous night's chaos. The door opened, and Joita entered, her confident stride accompanied by Riya. Both women approached Abir, their eyes gleaming with intrigue. Joita leaned close, her voice a provocative whisper. "I heard about your interesting schedule, Abir. How about I warm you up before you fuck Riya?" she suggested, a playful challenge in her tone.