Abir's words hung in the air like a challenge, his voice a gravelly command that cut through the heavy breathing of the room. "Get up, ladies," he repeated, his eyes dark with unspent lust, his large, thick cock already twitching back to full hardness despite the marathon they'd just endured. He stood at the edge of the bed, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, every inch of him radiating raw power. Joita, Meera, and Monika lay sprawled in a tangle of limbs, their bodies marked by the evidence of their passion—reddened skin, bite marks, and the slick sheen of their releases—but Abir's stamina was legendary, a force that wouldn't be denied. "The celebration's not over yet. Let's go for another round."
Joita stirred first, her curvy body shifting on the sheets, her big breasts heaving as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Her big butt jiggled slightly with the movement, and a wicked spark ignited in her eyes despite the exhaustion etching her features. "You're insatiable, Abir," she rasped, her voice hoarse from hours of screaming, but she smiled that evil grin of hers, the one that had started this all. Her dark hair clung to her damp skin, framing her voluptuous form like a temptress reborn.
Meera, her elegant curves still flushed, rolled onto her side, her big breasts spilling over her arm as she met Abir's gaze. The remnants of her see-through pink saree lay crumpled on the floor, her black bra long discarded, leaving her fully exposed and vulnerable. "I... I don't know if I can," she murmured, but her nipples hardened under his stare, betraying her body's eagerness. Her big butt arched instinctively as she shifted, a silent invitation.
Monika, the tomboy with her short-cropped hair matted with sweat, laughed breathlessly, her athletic physique coiled like a spring. Her white t-shirt and black shorts were scattered across the room, her big breasts rising with each pant, her big butt a firm, tempting curve. "Fuck it," she said, her voice bold and challenging. "If you think you can handle us again, bring it on." She sat up, her muscles flexing, ready for the fight—or the fuck.
Abir's grin was feral as he climbed back onto the bed, his presence dominating the space. "That's my girls," he growled, grabbing Joita by the waist and pulling her curvy body toward him. He kissed her roughly, his tongue claiming her mouth, while his hand dove between her thighs, fingers plunging into her still-wet pussy. Joita moaned loudly—"Abir! Oh fuck, yes!"—her big breasts pressing against his chest as she arched into his touch, her big butt grinding against the sheets.
Not wasting a moment, Abir flipped Joita onto her stomach, her big butt raised high like an offering. He slapped it hard, the sound cracking through the room, leaving a red handprint on her soft flesh. "Spread for me," he ordered, and she did, her legs parting as he positioned his thick cock at her entrance. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her walls with his size. Joita's scream was primal—"Abir! You're so fucking big!"—her curvy body rocking forward with the force, her big breasts smashed into the mattress, bouncing with each savage pound.
Meera and Monika didn't stay idle. Meera crawled to Joita's side, her big breasts swaying as she leaned down to kiss Joita's neck, her hands kneading Joita's big butt while Abir fucked her relentlessly. "You look so hot taking him," Meera whispered, her voice sultry, before sliding her fingers to Joita's clit, rubbing in furious circles. Joita's moans escalated to desperate cries—"Meera! Abir! I'm gonna come already!"—her body trembling as waves of pleasure built.
Monika, ever the aggressor, straddled Joita's back, facing Abir, her athletic frame grinding against Joita's big butt. She kissed Abir fiercely, her tongue battling his, while her hands reached down to fondle his balls as he thrust. "Fuck her harder," Monika urged, her big breasts pressing into Abir's chest. Abir obliged, his hips slamming forward with brutal intensity, each stroke making Joita's big butt ripple, her screams echoing off the walls—"Yes! Destroy me, Abir!"
They switched seamlessly, Abir pulling out of Joita's dripping pussy and grabbing Monika, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength. Her athletic legs spread wide, her big breasts heaving as he slammed into her without mercy. "Take it all," he grunted, his thick cock stretching her tight core, pounding with a rhythm that shook the bed. Monika's moans were fierce and loud—"Fuck, Abir! Pound my pussy!"—her nails raking down his arms, her big butt lifting to meet each brutal thrust, her tomboyish fire matching his dominance.
Joita, recovering from her climax, knelt beside them, her curvy body glistening as she sucked Monika's big breasts, biting the nipples until Monika screamed in ecstasy. Meera joined, straddling Monika's face, lowering her pussy onto Monika's eager tongue. "Eat me, Monika," Meera moaned, her big breasts bouncing as she ground down, her big butt clenching with pleasure. Monika's tongue worked furiously, her moans muffled into Meera's wetness—"Mmmph! Yes!"—while Abir continued his assault, his hands gripping Monika's hips, spanking her big butt with each deep stroke.
The intensity ramped up as they formed a more intricate web of bodies. Abir pulled Meera off Monika and positioned her on all fours beside Joita, their big butts side by side like twin temptations. He alternated between them, thrusting brutally into Meera's pussy first—"Abir! Oh god, harder!"—her big breasts swinging pendulously, then switching to Joita—"Fuck me, Abir! Yes!"—her curvy frame quaking. Monika watched, fingering herself, her athletic body taut, before diving in to lick where Abir joined each woman, her tongue teasing clits and his shaft, drawing out synchronized screams.
"On your knees, all of you," Abir commanded, pulling out and standing on the bed. The women obeyed, kneeling in a circle around him, their faces flushed, bodies heaving. Joita took his thick cock first, her full lips wrapping around the head, sucking deeply while her hands stroked the base. "Mmm, you taste like us," she moaned, her big breasts pressing against his thighs. Meera and Monika joined, their tongues licking along the sides, their mouths meeting in sloppy kisses around his length. Abir groaned, his hands fisting their hair—Joita's dark waves, Meera's silky strands, Monika's short crop—guiding them as they worshipped him, the wet sounds filling the room.
He couldn't hold back. Abir pushed Joita onto her back again, mounting her missionary-style, her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. His thrusts were savage, his thick cock hitting her depths with each brutal slam, her big breasts bouncing wildly—"Abir! I'm coming—fuck!"—her pussy squirting around him. Without pausing, he flipped to Meera, taking her in the same position, her elegant body arching as he pounded her, her moans high and desperate—"Yes! Fill me up!"—her big butt grinding back against him.
Monika demanded her turn, pulling Abir down and riding him reverse cowgirl, her athletic ass bouncing furiously on his cock, her big breasts heaving as she slammed down. "Fuck, you're huge!" she screamed, her hands on his thighs for leverage. Joita and Meera flanked them, Joita rubbing Monika's clit while Meera sucked her nipples, the combined assault sending Monika over the edge—"Oh god, I'm exploding!"—her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
The second round stretched beyond an hour, their endurance tested in a haze of positions and pleasures. Abir bent Meera over the bed's edge, fucking her standing doggy-style, his hands pulling her hair as he thrust brutally, her big butt rippling with each impact, her screams echoing—"Abir! Don't stop!" Joita lay beneath, licking Meera's pussy from below, her curvy body squirming as Monika fingered her in turn.
They tried a stacked formation: Joita on bottom, Meera on top of her, Monika atop Meera, their big butts stacked like a tower of temptation. Abir moved between them, thrusting into each pussy in sequence—Joita's wet heat, Meera's tight grip, Monika's fierce clench—his cock slick with their juices, his brutal pace unrelenting. Their moans blended into a chorus—"Abir! Fuck us all!"—bodies grinding together in sweaty harmony.
Rougher elements emerged: Abir lightly choking Joita as he fucked her sideways, her big breasts in his hand, squeezing until she begged—"Harder, Abir! Choke me while you fuck!" Meera introduced light bondage, using a discarded saree to tie Monika's hands, Abir pounding her bound form as she thrashed in ecstasy—"Yes! Use me!" Joita slapped Monika's big butt, adding to the symphony of slaps and screams.
Orgasms cascaded like dominoes: Joita squirting again, soaking the sheets; Meera's body shuddering in waves; Monika's athletic frame locking up in release. Abir held out, his stamina a beast, until he finally roared, pulling out to cover their big breasts in his hot release, marking them as his.
Exhausted beyond measure, Joita, Meera, and Monika collapsed once more, their bodies a spent tangle, breaths ragged, limbs trembling. Abir loomed over them, pulling them close in a sweaty embrace. "I'm glad to call you all mine," he said, his voice thick with possession and pride.
Joita, catching her breath, propped herself up, her big breasts swaying. "What should we call each other? Babe? Honey? Darling?"
Monika laughed, her tomboyish grin sharp. "If I call out 'Honey,' you three would be confused who I'm asking. It's gotta be different."
Meera nodded, her big breasts shifting as she sat up. "Agreed. We have Babe, Darling, Honey. Everyone pick one."
Joita's eyes sparkled. "Call me Darling."
Monika smirked. "And Babe for me."
Meera's voice was soft but firm. "Then Honey for me."
Abir raised an eyebrow, his cock still half-hard, a smirk playing on his lips. "What about me, ladies?"
Joita leaned forward, her big butt arched. "We all love you, Abir. So you'll be called 'Love.' Right, ladies?"
Meera and Monika nodded, their smiles warm despite their exhaustion. "Right," they echoed.
Abir's grin widened, his heart pounding with something deeper than lust. "I love all of you ladies."
Joita's voice turned serious, a playful edge in her eyes. "What did you say?"
Abir chuckled, his gaze sweeping over them. "I love you, my Darling, my Honey, my Babe."
They smiled, their voices blending in unison, soft but powerful: "I love you too, Love."