The afternoon sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the tiles as the air thickened with anticipation. Abir stood, his chest still heaving from his relentless encounter with Joita, her lithe form slumped against the blackboard, her breath ragged, her red top disheveled and jeans in tatters. Riya stepped forward, her curvaceous body now fully exposed after shedding her lacy bra and panties, her big breasts rising with each excited breath, her rounded hips swaying slightly, her skin warm and flushed with desire. Her hazel eyes locked onto Abir's, a daring glint sparking within them as she closed the distance between them. The faint scent of chalk dust mingled with the musky aroma of arousal, the classroom a silent stage for their next act.
"I'm ready, Abir," Riya purred, her voice a sultry invitation, her fingers brushing against his arm, sending a jolt of heat through him. Abir's smirk widened, his earlier dominance over Joita fueling his hunger. "Let's see how you handle me," he replied, his tone a low growl of challenge. The space behind the teacher's desk became their arena, the cool wooden surface and scattered papers a backdrop to their intensity.
Abir lifted Riya onto the desk's corner, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her wet pussy with brutal force, the wood creaking under the strain. Her moaning grew louder with each thrust, her big breasts bouncing against his chest, the salty sweat beading on her skin and dripping onto the desk, the room filling with the earthy scent of her arousal.
He pinned her against the wall, the cool plaster pressing into her back as he rammed deep with savage intensity, the structure trembling slightly. Her moaning intensified, her breasts flattening against the wall, the friction warming her skin, the tangy aroma of her exertion blending with the chalk dust.
Abir lowered her to the floor, the cold tiles chilling her skin as he ground into her with relentless force, his hips slapping against her with a wet thud. Her moaning became even louder, her big breasts jiggling wildly, the tiles growing slick with her sweat, the pungent scent of her juices soaking the surface.
He guided her to a chair, bending her over the backrest, the metal frame groaning as he hammered into her with apocalyptic power, the wood splintering faintly. Her moaning reached a fevered pitch, her breasts swaying freely, the chair's cold metal digging into her thighs, the air thick with the musky odor of her submission.
Riya's resolve began to falter, her voice breaking as she gasped, "Please, Abir, slow down… I can't take it!" Her begging grew more desperate with each thrust, "No, Abir, stop… it's too much!" But Abir's hunger ignored her pleas, his dominance unyielding as he pressed on.
Abir lifted her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide, his cock plunging with earth-shattering depth, the surface slick with their combined fluids. Despite her cries of "Please, Abir, no more!" he continued, her body trembling, the desk wobbling precariously, the room heavy with the raw scent of her defeat.
He pulled her to the window ledge, bending her over the cool glass, the condensation from her breath fogging the pane as he thrust with brutal force, the ledge rattling. Her pleas of "Abir, mercy, please!" were drowned by his relentless pace, the cold seeping into her skin, the musky aroma of her arousal mixing with the faint outdoor breeze.
Abir threw her back to the floor, twisting her onto her side, the tiles cold against her hip as he pounded with savage speed, the sound of skin slapping skin resonating. Her weak beg, "Stop, Abir, I beg you!" went unheeded, her big breasts jiggling with each thrust, the salty sweat pooling on the tiles, the earthy scent of her exertion intensifying.
He dragged her to the blackboard, pressing her against the smooth, chalk-dusted surface, ramming into her with apocalyptic force, the board creaking with each thrust. Her final plea, "No more, Abir, please!" faded into a faint whimper, her breasts flattening against the board, the chalk dust clinging to her sweat-slick skin, the room filled with the pungent odor of her submission.
Joita, recovering against the blackboard, watched with wide eyes, her breath still uneven, a mix of exhaustion and admiration on her face. Riya's body trembled as she slumped against the desk, her curvaceous form glistening with sweat, her big breasts and rounded hips quivering from the intensity. Abir stepped back, his chest heaving, his skin slick with their combined exertion, a satisfied yet hungry glint in his eyes.
Riya, catching her breath, managed a weak smile. "You're… incredible, Abir," she whispered, her voice hoarse but laced with awe. Joita came to Abir and held his dick tightly. She whispered, "Fuck me, darling." Abir pulled her for a deep kiss and pushed his dick inside her. Joita let out a moan. Abir held her hips and began thrusting.
The next afternoon, the classroom buzzed with the low hum of students as Abir sat at his desk, the events of the previous day still lingering in his mind. The door opened, and Professor Shila entered, her authoritative presence silencing the room. Her elegant figure was draped in a flowing navy saree that accentuated her graceful curves, her auburn hair pulled into a neat bun, and her sharp brown eyes scanned the room before settling on Abir. She had long wanted to report his disruptive behavior to the administration, but Meera's blackmail—holding compromising evidence over her—kept her silent. Her full lips curved into a strained smile as she approached.
"Abir," Shila said, her voice firm yet tinged with unease, "I'd like you to come visit me in my office after class. We need to discuss… your recent activities." Her gaze lingered on him, a mix of authority and reluctant intrigue, hinting at the tension beneath her words.