The classroom was a sanctuary of silence, the last students long gone, leaving only Abir and Joita in the fading afternoon light. Abir sat on a sturdy wooden bench near the back, his muscular frame relaxed in a shirt and jeans, his large, thick cock already stirring from Joita's weight on his lap. Joita, his Darling, was a vision of voluptuous allure, her tight red kurta clinging to her big breasts, the fabric outlining their full curves, the hem riding up to reveal the swell of her big butt pressed firmly against him. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her wicked smile igniting his blood as she shifted, deliberately teasing the bulge in his pants.
Abir's hands roamed her hips, sliding down to squeeze her big butt with firm, possessive grips, his fingers digging into the soft, plush flesh through the kurta. Joita let out a soft moan—"Mmm, Love"—her body arching slightly, her big breasts straining against the fabric. He grinned, his voice low and thick with memory. "Darling, our dance started because of you. Do you remember the first time you entered a classroom like this and sat on my lap?"
Joita's eyes sparkled, her lips curving as she leaned closer, her big butt grinding subtly against him. "Yes," she purred, her voice a sultry tease. "You were so shy back then."
Abir chuckled, his hands squeezing her big butt harder, pulling her closer. "You can't blame me, Darling. I was alone, minding my own business, and suddenly you walked in and changed everything. You sat on my lap in front of my five female classmates, teased me, even started riding me. I was hypnotized by you."
Joita leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "And I'd do it again, Love," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise, sending a jolt straight to his cock.
Abir's control snapped. He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, his lips crashing against hers with hungry intensity. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, tasting the sweetness of her desire as she moaned into him—"Mmm, Love!"—her hands fisting his shirt. The kiss was wet, fervent, their tongues battling in a dance of raw need, her big breasts pressing against his chest, her big butt shifting in his lap as she ground against his hardening cock. His hands roamed her back, one sliding up to tangle in her dark hair, pulling gently to tilt her head, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless, lips swollen, the air thick with their shared heat.
The classroom door swung open, shattering the moment. Riya, Kavya, Nisha, Sneha, and Anaya piled in, their giggles and footsteps echoing. Nisha, the boldest with her sharp bob and confident stride, grinned widely. "Hi, our favorite love birds!"
Joita pulled away from the kiss, her lips glistening, her big breasts heaving as she turned, confusion flickering in her eyes. The five girls approached, their presence a mix of excitement and familiarity, their eyes darting between Abir and Joita. Kavya, with her long braid and playful smile, stepped forward. "Congratulations, Joita!"
Joita's brow furrowed, her big butt still pressed against Abir's lap. "Congratulations for what?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.
Riya, petite with a mischievous glint, leaned in. "Abir told us he's in a relationship with you, Madam Meera, and Miss Monika."
Sneha, with her curly hair and soft voice, whispered, leaning close to Joita, "Don't worry, we promised Abir we won't tell anyone about Meera ma'am."
Joita's eyes widened, swinging to Abir, her big breasts shifting with the motion. "Love," she said, her voice surprised but tinged with amusement, "I thought you'd keep that a secret. So you could enjoy being physical with others."
Nisha shook her head, her grin wide. "No, no. He told us at noon on Monday. It was my turn that day." She winked, her tone teasing. "He said he can't get physical with any of us anymore without your permission."
Joita's expression softened, her eyes gleaming with emotion. She threw her arms around Abir, hugging him tightly, her big breasts pressing against his chest, her big butt lifting slightly as she squeezed him. Abir hugged her back, his hands resting on her lower back, feeling the curve of her hips. "You always surprise me, my Love," she murmured, releasing him to caress his face, her fingers tracing his jaw with tender affection.
Abir smiled, his eyes warm but still burning with desire. "Only for you, Darling."
Anaya, with her sleek ponytail and bold gaze, stepped closer, her voice playful. "We can't get physical with him, but we can watch you two, like we did before. Right, Joita?"
Joita's wicked smile returned, her eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at the five girls, then back to Abir. "Sure," she said, her tone daring. She turned to Abir, her big butt shifting in his lap, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Love, what do you say we give our favorite audience a show?"
Abir's grin was pure mischief, his cock throbbing against her. "What do you have in mind, Darling?"
Joita's smile turned evil, her eyes blazing with intent. "69."