Abir's eyes raked over the three women sprawled across his bed—Joita, Meera, and Monika—each a vision of exhausted beauty, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths ragged from the intensity of their union.
Joita lay on her side, her curvy body a masterpiece of voluptuousness, her big breasts heaving, her big butt arched invitingly even in repose. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her lips parted as she panted, still riding the high of their earlier frenzy. Meera, draped in a sheer pink saree that clung to her damp skin, had let the fabric slip, revealing her black bra straining against her big breasts, her rounded hips shifting as she caught her breath. Monika, the tomboy with her short, tousled hair and athletic physique, sprawled in her white t-shirt and skin-tight black shorts, her big breasts rising with each labored breath, her big butt a tempting curve against the sheets.
"Fuck," Abir growled, his voice rough with lust as he surveyed his lovers. "You three are something else." He'd taken each of them before—Joita in that brazen pond escapade in front of campus onlookers, Meera in stolen moments that left her trembling, Monika in rough, spontaneous clashes that matched her fiery energy. But now, their relationship cemented, Joita's wicked idea for a foursome had set the night ablaze, and Abir was far from done.
Joita propped herself up, her big breasts bouncing slightly, her evil smile returning. "To us," she purred, her voice hoarse but dripping with intent. "To this." She gestured to the four of them, her eyes locking with Abir's, then Meera's, then Monika's. "Let's celebrate like we mean it."
Meera's lips curved, her fingers trailing along her saree, teasing the edge of her bra. "I'm in," she whispered, her voice sultry, her big breasts straining as she arched her back.
Monika sat up, her athletic frame taut with anticipation, her shorts riding up to reveal more of her big butt. "Hell yeah," she said, her tomboyish grin fierce. "Let's make this bed shake."
Abir's cock hardened fully, a thick, pulsing demand that made his intentions clear. He yanked off his t-shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and broad chest, and climbed onto the bed, his presence commanding. "Get over here," he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers through them.
Joita moved first, crawling toward him, her curvy body swaying, big breasts swinging as she reached him. She kissed him hard, her tongue invading his mouth, while her hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it with bold confidence. Abir groaned, grabbing her big butt, squeezing the soft flesh until she moaned loudly—"Oh, Abir!"—her voice echoing in the quiet house.
Meera joined, her saree slipping to the floor, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. She straddled Abir's lap, her big breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed his neck, sucking hard enough to mark him. Monika, not one to be outdone, stripped off her t-shirt, her big breasts bouncing free, and slid behind Meera, her hands cupping Meera's breasts, pinching her nipples through the bra until Meera gasped—"Fuck, Monika, yes!"
Abir took control, pushing Joita onto her back, her big breasts splaying invitingly. He tore off her panties, exposing her glistening pussy, and thrust his large cock into her with brutal force. Joita screamed—"Abir! Oh god, you're so big!"—her curvy body rocking with each savage thrust, her big butt slapping against his hips, her big breasts bouncing wildly. He gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly, each stroke deep and punishing, her moans escalating to raw, desperate cries.
Monika moved to Joita's side, sucking her big breasts, her tongue circling Joita's nipples as her own big breasts pressed against Joita's side. Meera knelt beside Abir, her hands roaming his back, nails digging in as she kissed him fiercely, tasting Joita's moans on his lips. "Fuck her harder," Meera urged, her voice thick with lust, and Abir obliged, slamming into Joita with such force her screams shook the room—"Yes! Fuck my pussy!"
They switched, Abir pulling out to grab Meera, ripping off her bra to free her big breasts. He bent her over the bed, her big butt raised, and entered her pussy from behind with a brutal thrust that made her moan loudly—"Abir! Oh fuck, yes!" Her saree lay discarded, her body trembling as he pounded her, his hands gripping her big butt, spanking it until it reddened. Monika slid beneath Meera, her athletic frame nimble as she licked Meera's clit, her own big breasts bouncing as she moved. Meera's moans turned to screams—"Monika! Abir! I'm gonna come!"—her body shuddering in climax.
Joita, not idle, straddled Monika's face, grinding her pussy against Monika's eager tongue. "Eat me, Monika," Joita moaned, her big breasts swaying, her big butt bouncing as she rode Monika's mouth. Monika's moans were muffled, her hands gripping Joita's big butt, pulling her closer as she licked furiously.
Abir pulled Meera up, flipping her onto her back, and thrust into her again, his large cock stretching her as he fucked her missionary-style. Her big breasts jiggled with each brutal thrust, her moans high-pitched—"Abir! Don't stop!" He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he pounded her into the mattress.
The bed became a chaotic symphony of bodies and sounds. Abir switched to Monika, pushing her onto all fours, her athletic build taut as he slammed into her pussy from behind. Her big butt bounced with each brutal thrust, her moans sharp—"Fuck, Abir! You're tearing me apart!" Joita kissed Monika deeply, their tongues entwining, while Meera fingered Joita's pussy, drawing out more moans—"Oh, Meera, yes!"
They formed a chain: Abir fucking Monika doggy-style, her big butt slapping against him; Monika eating out Meera's pussy, her big breasts pressed into the sheets; Joita riding Meera's face, her curvy body trembling as Meera's tongue worked her clit. Moans and screams blended—Joita's throaty cries, Meera's desperate gasps, Monika's fierce shouts—each climax fueling the next.
Abir stood, pulling Joita against the wall, lifting her curvy frame, her legs wrapping around his waist. He thrust up into her pussy, her big breasts smashing against his chest, her big butt bouncing with each brutal stroke. "Take it, Joita," he growled, his cock relentless, her screams echoing—"Abir! Fuck, I'm yours!" Meera and Monika watched, touching each other, their fingers slick as they moaned in unison.
Next, a tower of pleasure: Meera on her back, Abir fucking her missionary, her big breasts bouncing; Monika riding Meera's face, her big butt grinding; Joita licking where Abir and Meera joined, her tongue teasing Meera's clit and Abir's cock. The intensity built, orgasms crashing—Monika first, her screams sharp as she came on Meera's tongue; Meera next, her pussy clenching around Abir; Joita squirting as she rubbed herself watching.
For over an hour, they cycled through positions—reverse cowgirl with Monika bouncing on Abir, her big breasts swaying; Joita bent over, Abir spanking her big butt as he pounded her; Meera on top, riding him while Joita and Monika kissed her breasts. Sweat dripped, bodies collided, the room filled with the wet sounds of sex and their relentless moans.
Finally, they collapsed, Joita, Meera, and Monika sprawled across the bed, their bodies glistening, breaths ragged. Joita's curvy frame trembled, her big breasts heaving, her big butt red from Abir's slaps. Meera's black bra lay discarded, her big breasts marked with bites, her hips twitching. Monika's athletic body was flushed, her big breasts rising with each pant, her shorts long gone.
Abir stood, his large cock still hard, his stamina unyielding. He wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes blazing with hunger. "Get up, ladies," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent fresh shivers through them. "The celebration's not over yet. Let's go for another round."