The afternoon sun had begun to wane, casting a soft amber glow through the classroom windows as Abir returned, his mind still ablaze from the intense confrontation with Professor Shila. He stepped into the room, only to find Kavya perched on his usual spot at the desk, her presence a sudden jolt to his senses.
Kavya, with her lithe frame and cascading black hair, wore a fitted green top and skirt that hugged her curves, her dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. She rose gracefully, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I've been waiting for you, Abir," she purred, her voice dripping with intent. "Today's my turn."
Abir's blood surged, Shila's earlier words—"Will you give me what I've craved, Abir? Will you fuck me now and end this torment?"—fueling a primal fire within him. His restraint shattered, and he advanced on Kavya with unrestrained ferocity, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her into his domain.
He hoisted her onto the desk's edge, removed her skirt to expose her wet pussy, thrusting into her with brutal force. Her loud moan—"Ahhh!"—echoed through the room, her breasts straining against her top, the wood creaking under the onslaught, the salty sweat beading on her skin.
He pinned her against the wall, the cool plaster scraping her back as he rammed deep, her body trembling. Her moan—"Ohhh!"—grew louder, her breasts pressing into the surface, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the air, no pause as he drove her toward climax.
Abir threw her to the floor, the tiles cold against her skin as he ground into her with relentless power, his hips slamming. Her moan—"Aaaah!"—reached a fevered pitch, her breasts jiggling, the floor slick with sweat, his thrusts unrelenting even as she peaked.
He bent her over a chair, the metal frame groaning as he hammered with apocalyptic force, the wood splintering. Her moan—"Ohhhh!"—shattered the silence, her breasts swaying, the chair's edge biting into her thighs, Abir ignoring her climax to continue.
He lifted her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide, plunging with earth-shattering depth, the surface drenched with their fluids. Her moan—"Ahhhh!"—rang out, her breasts heaving, the desk wobbling, his pace unyielding as she shuddered through another peak.
He dragged her to the window ledge, bending her over the cool glass, thrusting with savage intensity, the ledge rattling. Her moan—"Ooooh!"—grew desperate, her breasts pressed against the pane, the musky scent of her arousal mixing with the breeze, Abir pressing on despite her climax.
Abir twisted her onto her side on the floor, pounding with brutal speed, the tiles vibrating. Her moan—"Aaaah!"—turned raw, her breasts jiggling, the salty sweat pooling, his relentless thrusts overriding her release.
He pressed her against the blackboard, ramming with apocalyptic force, the surface creaking. Her moan—"Ohhhh!"—echoed, her breasts flattening against the chalk-dusted board, the pungent odor of her submission thick, Abir driving through her climax.
He threw her back onto the desk, crushing her with earth-shattering force, his cock plunging deep. Her moan—"Ahhhh!"—faded into a gasp, her breasts mashed against the wood, the desk groaning, Abir's thrusts continuing mercilessly as she collapsed, spent.
Kavya's body quivered, her lithe form glistening with sweat, her green top torn and skirt in ruins, her loud moans now reduced to ragged breaths. Abir stepped back, his chest heaving, his skin slick with their exertion, a wild glint in his eyes as he surveyed his work, unrepentant even as she lay exhausted.
The next afternoon, the classroom hummed with the low buzz of students as Abir sat at his desk. The door opened, and Professor Shila entered, her navy saree flowing with each step, her auburn hair in a neat bun, her sharp brown eyes fixed on him. Her presence silenced the room, a mix of authority and unresolved tension in her gaze.
"Come with me, Abir," she said, her voice firm yet laced with an edge of anticipation. "Everyone is waiting for you."