International students' sex life

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In the center of the classroom, four high-temperature lights focused on a blond, blue-eyed, naked, muscular man
. The students were all intently focused on the clay before them, sculpting it in poses resembling those of a mannequin
.
May was our school's contracted model; supposedly, he was a dancer at a strip club. I couldn't tell his age
, but Molly couldn't help but start moaning lewdly. He grabbed May's head, wanting him to lick his breasts
, but he must have been in his early twenties.
Although the hourly wage for academic modeling was less than a third of a regular office job, not to mention
the generous tips from wealthy patrons, the
feeling of being subjected to the lustful gazes of customers
was vastly different from the feeling of being supported in the artistic development of us poor students.
Behind every focused gaze was deep gratitude.
These students' works, though not as permanently preserved as the works of their teachers, are still
lifelong .
During each three-hour class, May could maintain the same pose for a long time, unlike those amateurs who
would constantly pull on my labia and rub against me with a vibrator every ten minutes.
May was exceptionally professional, and we all secretly applauded her when she was
the model in her classes.
When I was sculpting her, I could quickly grasp the general feeling I wanted, and the remaining time allowed me to carefully
observe May's body and correct any areas I had previously overlooked.
May would sometimes jokingly say, "Why don't you touch it? Wouldn't that give you a better feel?" I hesitated.
The advanced sculpting class had only about ten students, so the atmosphere was always great; we chatted
and laughed, like a big family.
I know May was keeping quiet to maintain his posture, but he was actually
laughing quite happily most of the time, as you could tell from his swaying chest.
He had an exceptionally good physique, about 170 cm tall. His chest wasn't large by foreign standards, but by
Chinese standards it was close to a C cup, and remarkably firm.
He was lean yet muscular, not like the kind of thinness often seen in Asians who diet excessively for beauty.
The muscles on his arms, though not large, clearly defined beautiful curves, and there were hints of abdominal muscles,
as well as abs. A sexy side profile, a fake diamond decoration on his navel glittering under the lights.
Short, curly blond hair framing his strikingly unique face—he must be a top star at a strip club! His
well- proportioned thighs were tightly pressed together, yet couldn't hide his abundant blond pubic hair. The beautiful May was often
amused by us, her face flushed red.
During the 15-minute break, we thoughtfully provided some cookies and coffee, saving him the trouble of getting dressed. As May thrust forward, Molly
simultaneously swayed her body and responded forcefully from behind.
When we bought equipment, he would casually throw on a bathrobe and chat happily with us.
I was the only Asian in the class, so he often talked to me about work in Taiwan. Strangely enough,
he would often come after class to admire the sculptures we made using his physique, occasionally commenting, "My
breasts aren't that small," or "My legs aren't that thick."
He was particularly fond of my sculptures, saying they possessed an Eastern mystique, that the women in the sculptures had a melancholic
air, an air that wasn't his, but something I had bestowed upon them.
I was very pleased. Xing promised to give him a piece of art I'd completed using him as a model at the end of the semester.
We gradually became closer.
One day after class, May slowly finished dressing, while I started tidying up the equipment. The other quick-witted
classmates had already scattered, and I couldn't find anyone strong enough to help me move the 30-kilogram clay sculpture. I looked miserable
.
Then May came over and helped me move the clay to make room for the next class.
I was quite surprised; I hadn't expected May to be so strong. I barely had to lift a finger.
She seemed to exist without me even noticing.
May playfully asked me to buy her a coffee as a thank you gift, and I said, "No problem at all. Just
water."
Have you ever heard of a teacher who, during an 8 AM class, gives everyone ten minutes to buy
coffee to perk them up while they're still half asleep? That teacher is incredibly funny; he'll say, "Everyone, hurry up and use your time to buy a coffee that will kill you tomorrow
! You're going to have a life-threatening class soon!" So May and I walked and chatted into the cafe.
It turns out May isn't just a stripper; she's a student at a vocational college, and her dream is
to save up enough money to study proper dance.
She came here as a model to cultivate her appreciation for beauty and to better understand her own body.
"Can you do me a favor?" May's bright eyes pleaded with me.
"If it's something I can do, of course, no problem."
"Actually, I'm participating in a poetry reading. I wrote a poem and would like to recite it at this Sunday's reading,
but just reciting it would be too monotonous, so I'd like to add some physical performance."
"Oh, that sounds quite interesting. How can I help?"
"My idea is that I'll recite while taking off my clothes, making gestures to match my poem. You help
me... I'm having a bit of a hard time breathing because of his stuffiness.
I'll draw some Chinese characters with a brush, and I'll make a slideshow and project it onto my body."
He showed me his poem.
So I used my hands instead of my tongue to gently knead his large breasts, pressing so hard that my five fingers sank into his plump breasts.
Blending together, exuding a mysterious sense of sex.
Unspoken radio waves, the human body is a symbol, provocatively, subtly, and strongly implying what we both understand.
A flirtatious glance, you know what it means; a hook of the index finger, you know what it means; legs spread, you know what it
means . Yes, I'm expressing my desire for you to intertwine, connected bodies, swirling bodies. In this instant, we
must speak. My thighs intertwine with your tenderness, your waist presses tightly against my romance. The desire expressed by the body
is more than words, your strength accentuates my beauty. This moment thus becomes eternal.
After reading it, oh my god! What erotic poetry! Imagining May reciting such erotic
poetry naked has completely changed my view of poetry readings where people recite Bible hymns.
He asked me excitedly, "What do you think of my poem?"
"Wow, so sentimental!"
Thank goodness, otherwise everyone in the packed coffee shop would have thought the two of us girls were having a romantic conversation.
"It's Friday already, and I have a recitation on Sunday, so could you come to my place tonight to help me with
some drawings? Please bring some toiletries. If it gets too late, you can sleep at my place!"
For me, writing calligraphy isn't difficult, so I readily agreed.
I went home to get some clothes and calligraphy supplies and went home with May.
She was indeed a super cool girl, driving a beat-up Jeep, looking incredibly stylish.
Because it was the dead of winter, snow was falling outside, and he kept expressing his desire to convey... I
listened attentively to his feelings .
Whether it was the beer or a burning desire, I felt incredibly hot and had a strong urge to...
His house was located in an exceptionally remote area, supposedly the site of the former city wall, on the southern edge of the city
, surrounded by vast forests.
He said that after the city wall was demolished, it became ruins, eventually bought by a designer who built
three adjacent houses. Although they are eighty years old, they are still very distinctive and stable. It was bought by
their family.
In the center of the three houses was an open space, which could be used for ice hockey after the snow was compacted.
The fake second brother's glans was very large; every time he withdrew, it pushed my vaginal walls outwards, even causing my labia to open. After parking
the car, he took me to what looked like the smallest of the three houses. He said this was where he and his girlfriend lived.
Molly was actually a bisexual seducer; in his words, the human soul has no gender
.
I was stunned. He and his girlfriend? Could it be... could it be... Was she a lesbian? Suppressing
a strange feeling,
he opened the door and stood in the doorway, saying to Lang Lingqing, "Sweetheart, we have a guest!" A sweet
voice came from Lang Lingqing: "Is it a boy or a girl?" May said, "It's a very cute girl!" As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Lingqing's
girl ran to the entrance and opened the door. Good heavens! She was only wearing a sheer pink, sexy nightgown.
Although it wasn't very revealing, she asked him to look for himself so he wouldn't miss it.
It was transparent, but her nipples, without a bra, and the outline of her breasts, much larger than May's, were clearly visible.
"Wow, it's so cold!"
The girl with the doll-like round face was named Molly.
"Who told you to come out to open the door dressed so lightly?" May quickly wrapped Molly
's body with her coat and considerately helped her into the house.
I followed, of course.
It was obvious that May was the male of the two women, and the sexy Molly was the female.
As soon as they entered the house, ignoring my presence, they passionately kissed.
Molly even said, "I missed you so much!" It's not like they'll see each other for a long time; they're living together,
their relationship is really good! Molly first pulled May away, a little shyly saying, "Hehe, we're all like that
, don't mind!" I'm not against homosexuality, but I rarely have the opportunity to actually see it,
so I .
But my expression seemed relatively natural.
May explained my purpose to Molly, and Molly smiled and thanked me for my help.
May's neck.
The hospitable Molly kindly pulled my hand and led me to the kitchen, saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I made some..."
But during my break, he had just finished a whole cup of espresso. Foreigners really do treat coffee as
dinner! Let's eat first! On the table was a thick layer of cheese lasagna, half a roast chicken dripping with oil, and
a dozen beers just taken from the refrigerator. Foreigners really don't seem to care about gaining weight from eating so much.
She was no exception.
So I would go closer to May and examine her closely. Ugh 　　~
But I still ate with great relish.
This house really isn't big, only one floor and a basement.
The basement has a small bar, which is essentially a liquor cabinet, but it only has dozens of
beers .
The room was a pool table, along with sound equipment and various exercise equipment.
No wonder May had such a fit physique and was so strong.
The house consisted of three rooms: a study filled with books and photo albums on music and dance;
a guest room, cluttered with miscellaneous items; and the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was exceptionally large, featuring a knee-size bed upholstered in pink lace
.
It seemed to be decorated according to Molly's tastes.
There was no partition between the bathroom and the master bedroom, but thick purple curtains could be drawn. The bathroom
contained a four-seater jacuzzi, a shower, and an oven—truly extravagant luxury.
May remarked that the designer from Chih-hsun had exceptional taste and a keen eye for the finer things in life.
This was evident in the bathroom, where the entire exterior, including the roof, was constructed using a glass enclosure,
surrounded by dense forest.
Being in the suburbs with no light pollution, the starlight created a particularly romantic atmosphere.
After a satisfying meal, we arrived at the living room, which also featured floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of the same dense forest
. In fact, besides these three houses, there were practically no other neighbors, making Chih-hsun a perfect spot for parties.
May, valuing ambiance, lit many candles and essential oils instead of turning on the lights, and played Indian-style music.
He slowly removed his clothes in front of me, while Molly watched and danced to the music. "
My sister feels so good," I thought, losing myself in the moment. The two of them were making me feel so good I almost died.
May then began to recite his poem.
Watching his dance, I quickly picked up a brush and began writing bold cursive script in the dim candlelight .
To my astonishment, halfway through the poem, Molly also removed her only garment, a thin veil, and the two of them
intertwined.
Indeed, the poem described their interaction.
It seemed they were both professional dancers, striking various dramatic and beautiful poses, which, through May
's slightly deep and husky voice, were unexpectedly incredibly sexy.
The provocative poses, the evocative verses, and the rose essential oil permeating the air teased people's desires, allowing
the viewers to feel the extreme allure.
However, as a professional, I did my best to fulfill my duties.
I wrote calligraphy quickly, and when I called May to take a look, he was quite satisfied.
Perhaps because we were hot after dancing, the two of us, too lazy to even put on our clothes, started drinking beer, which was a little awkward.
Suddenly, I realized that we rarely had the opportunity to create sculptures of two people intertwined, because regular school courses couldn't
afford the salaries of two models.
My favorite Rodin sculpture is called "The Kiss," where the intertwined man and woman exude love and sensuality.
It's just a lesbian relationship.
So I asked May and Molly if they would like to be my models so I could draw some sketches
to take home for sculpture.
They both said no problem, of course.
But Molly jokingly said, "We'll both be naked for you to see, so you have to be completely naked too."
Emboldened by a bit of drunkenness, I boldly took off my clothes.
While my breasts weren't as large as Molly's, I was still a C-cup. I confidently tossed and turned, revealing my white breasts through my
bra . However, I was too embarrassed to remove my underwear, and Molly didn't force me.
But then Molly suddenly chuckled and pinched my breast, saying, "I didn't expect Asians to have
such .
" His wild action really startled me.
So I told them to change positions as they pleased, but to make sure it felt like love.
These two clueless guys actually thought that expressing love meant passionate kissing, and I frantically
waved my paintbrush to capture the passion of the moment.
Time ticked by, and the two of them, while French kissing, caressed each other's breasts, making it increasingly
difficult for me to concentrate. I even felt my underwear getting a little wet.
I had to chug down cold beer, but with my low alcohol tolerance, I was already feeling dizzy. 　　Molly's voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the typical moans of girls in foreign porn films
. From a meter away, I could clearly see two female bodies pleasuring each other. Molly's golden pubic hair glistened with moisture, shimmering in the flickering candlelight. Her pubic area was exposed. She was secretly rubbing her own genitals. 　　Clearly, her panties were soaked. 　　Molly also began to caress herself passionately, while May continued to lick her chest. 　　Perhaps remembering she was supposed to be my model, they maintained their firm, embracing pose, though I had long since stopped drawing them. 　　Suddenly remembering something, May glanced in my direction. Seeing my flushed face, she swiftly grabbed my hand, still inside my panties, before I could react, her fingers still glistening with my vaginal fluid. 　　Oops, caught! 　　Molly crawled to my side, looking at me with amusement. 　　May asked if I wanted to play along the way, and I was already too shy to speak. 　　Molly was more outgoing, pinching my nipples and saying, "Look, they're all hard." 　　May said, "If you don't want to, we won't force you." 　　I hesitated, but my lower body was itchy and melancholic, so I whispered, "I don't know, but I really want to watch you play." 　　May looked at Molly, who shrugged indifferently, and then May picked me up and carried me from the living room into the master bedroom, placing me on their large pink bed. 　　It was the first time a girl had held me like a boy, and I was worried he wouldn't be able to carry me, so I hugged May tightly. 　　May said, sensing my concern, "Don't worry, I can even carry Molly!" Molly followed behind, making faces at me. 　　May and Molly started playing with each other on the bed. They told me I could play by myself too. 　　But she also liked the feeling of her vagina being filled, something a girl's delicate hands couldn't do. I was too embarrassed, so I just sat on the edge of the bed against the wall, legs closed, watching them blankly. 　　May started licking Molly's clitoris, and Molly was moaning loudly, completely enjoying it. 　　Later, he even sent me a videotape of the poetry reading, showing everyone enthusiastically watching 　　May insert two fingers and stir them rapidly, a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out . 　　I saw Molly's whole body convulse, his hands gripping May's slender fingers and pulling hard against his body. 　　Molly suddenly became very serious and said, "May and I have never tried a threesome before. Yesterday, 　　my legs were tightly clamped around May's arms, preventing him from moving at all. 　　" May said he had wanted to do it for a long time, but Molly was too heavy, and he couldn't do it like that. So 　　May asked him, "Really? You came so quickly?" Molly looked at me and said, "Yeah , because we have an audience! But just watching isn't enough, is it?" It seemed Molly really wanted to drag me into it. Molly came between my legs and forcefully tore my underwear, exposing to the two of them. 　　Molly said, "Oh dear, all the wetness is flowing out!" He even deliberately dipped his finger in the vaginal fluid and sucked on it noisily: "Hmm, the taste of Asians isn't so bad for us!" May said : "Don't tease him, not everyone can accept us like this!" Molly, who looked like a Barbie doll, then asked me with innocent eyes: "Do you hate homosexuals?" I said: "No, love has no gender , I'm not against it." 　　Molly continued to ask: "Then do you think it's disgusting for two girls to have sex?" I said: "I think you two are both very beautiful, especially Molly, you are really super sexy, your figure would drive both men and women crazy. 　　" Molly asked me again: "Then will I drive you crazy too?" I nodded, and then asked Molly if I could touch his breasts. Actually, I had wanted to touch a woman's breasts for a long time, especially these huge boobs swaying in front of me. 　　After he heard this, he immediately grabbed my hands and began to knead his huge breasts, which were too big to be held in one hand, while moaning lewdly as he looked at May.

May seemed to think I was having a good time with his girlfriend, so he knelt between my wide-open legs and
started licking my vulva. Ahhh~ His technique was truly amazing, making me gasp and moan, my juices
flowing freely .
While licking me, May also played with Molly's vulva.
The three naked women were intertwined, the air thick with lust.
Molly buried my head between his breasts and rubbed them relentlessly, almost suffocating me.
I gently bit Molly's soft breasts; this was what licking a woman's breasts felt like.
The two of us licked each other's breasts, gently biting each other's backs. When Molly bit harder, I responded with harder.
He bit his back and brushed his tongue against my sensitive nipples, and I did the same.
Molly's licking felt so good that I couldn't help but spit out his back and let out moans from his mouth.
Molly licked and thrust rapidly, pinching my clitoris between his thumb and middle finger and licking it back and forth with
his tongue .
Molly's empty vagina was dripping wet, so he took my hand and actually grabbed three fingers, inserting them
into his wet hole. My mind was only on May, who was supposed to recite to me, but because I thought my English wasn't good enough, I was going to
insert them into his wet hole. "
Come on!"
he shouted wildly: "Fuck me to death, fuck me to death~ Ahhh."
Damn, he was really at the peak of slutry.
His fluids kept flowing down my arm.
I could feel his vagina continuously contracting due to orgasm, squeezing my fingers so tightly that they almost couldn't move.
Picking at a particularly rough, round spot, Molly screamed, "I want more! I want you to use your hand!"
I started using my hand to dig into his hole, intentionally making it very rough. Molly kept moaning as I was being fucked.
He was forcefully raping me.
I continued to fuck Molly with my hand while May licked and rapidly thrust into my vagina,
bringing me to my first orgasm.
May was surprised to discover that I could squirt and continued to suck on my clitoris forcefully. May and Molly
's sex methods were rather rough; he continuously used the tip of his tongue to directly stimulate and lick my clitoris, and held my
buttocks to prevent me from resisting, leaving me powerless to play with Molly.
****************************************************** The body of a gentleman is words, conveying the subtle nuances between people,
but it didn't become the mixed party in my mind. It seems I was overthinking it.
Molly saw my juices gushing out in large gushes, spraying May's face.
So Molly positioned his penis against my face, forming a 69 position, with him and May
licking my vulva, one in front and one behind.
Our tongues twisted and kissed intermittently, and Molly even gently bit my clitoris with his teeth
—damn, it hurt so much!
I angrily slapped his fat buttocks hard, making them red.
This woman seemed to really enjoy being treated roughly.
May pulled out his fingers, which were covered in Molly's juices, and inserted them into my vagina, something he
wouldn't have allowed when he was playing with Mr. M earlier. Although
I wasn't very skilled, I started licking Molly's vulva, and he began to move his
hips back and forth, so my tongue didn't even need to move.
He moved so hard that my tongue went numb, each thrust precisely hitting Molly's
clitoris.
May stood up, went into the changing room, and brought out some equipment. Upon closer inspection, it was a penis with a monkey-shaped vibrating
egg attached and a double-headed dragon penis with rings to secure it to one person; both were enormous.
May spread his legs wide, ordering Molly to lick his genitals. He pulled hard on Molly
's long hair. May wanted me to stand in front of him and lick his breasts. May's breasts were
n't as large as Molly's, but they were exceptionally sensitive. I pinched his G-spot, bit his back, and
pressed my head down as if I couldn't take it anymore.
However, May didn't moan as loudly as Molly; he just moaned softly and breathed heavily.
Then he pushed Molly and me onto the bed, inserted one end of the double-headed penis into his vagina
, grabbed Molly and positioned her against his buttocks, and with a loud "plop," thrust his 20-centimeter-long penis
deep into Molly's cunt, making her scream as if she were dying.
Molly kept telling May to go faster and harder.
I curiously lay down at the point where Molly and May were joined, sometimes licking Molly's clitoris,
sometimes licking May's inner thighs, and even using my fingers to pry open May's anus, or squeezing Molly
's large breasts hard with one hand, causing their juices to continuously flow onto my face, even filling my mouth.
It was the first time I had seen such a large penis thrusting in and out of two dripping cunts at the same time, the "plop"
sounds coming from the point of their union, obscene and lewd.
Molly, seemingly out of her mind, frantically licked my vulva, continuously thrusting her tongue into
my vagina.
Both of us cried out in lewd voices simultaneously.
My hands also began to rub my breasts, making louder, lewd noises. At the same time, Molly picked up another
vibrating dildo and tried to insert it into me.
I was a little horrified and said, "No! That's too big!" Molly didn't care and forcefully
thrust it in. Ahhhhhh… my wet vagina quickly swallowed
the dildo whole. Molly turned on the vibrator, which moved and shifted inside me, the vibrating egg trembling precisely on my clitoris.
Molly was driven to a chaotic state of pleasure by May's powerful thrusts, making incoherent
sounds , yet still gripping the vibrator tightly, relentlessly probing and penetrating my body.
Each time he... [The text abruptly shifts to a completely unrelated topic] ...his cervix. His
twisting penis constantly stimulated my G-spot, and Molly frantically bit and sucked my labia,
driving me almost insane.
Suddenly, Molly seemed to reach orgasm, letting out a piercing scream as she weakly released my vagina . My
hand involuntarily dropped the paintbrush, staring blankly at them, while my other hand secretly... [The text abruptly shifts again] ...under the table...
The vibrating egg inside caused my clitoris, constantly stimulated, to spasm throughout my vagina, forcefully pushing out the
thick penis.
Molly was also covered in my vaginal fluid; he couldn't open his eyes, and water droplets still
clung .
I was half-conscious, panting without moving. May and Molly lay down on either side of me
, my face covered in a mixture of their vaginal fluids. They both
started licking my cheeks at the same time and began to French kiss me. May squeezed my left breast, and Molly
squeezed my right breast, while I draped my thighs over theirs, leaving my legs awkwardly wide open
.
May massaged my clitoris and surrounding area with her fingers, while Molly's three fingers, which had been
making me red and swollen from the effort, were now being roughly penetrated by Molly's hand. It hurt so much, but my juices kept flowing
.
May's right hand played with my clitoris.
So good~ Molly bent my head up, and his head also bent down to my chest. This was
the first time we had played with a girl's vulva, and I didn't know how to please Molly.
Molly squeezed the electric vibrator between her legs, the vibrating egg vibrating my clitoris while the dildo twisted and turned in the throbbing
, and one hand also went into my vagina, pressing my G-spot.
I was on the verge of collapse, but they wouldn't stop, so my whole body tensed up, and a gush of orgasm shot out
forcefully , some of it even spraying onto my face. I tasted the taste on my lips, it was very faint.
May and Molly, surprisingly, were in sync, both of them frantically
licking near my vulva, drinking up every last drop of fluid.
They seemed unsatisfied, but I was too tired and fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone licking me from below. I forced my eyes open and saw Molly
lying beside me like a dead fish. I knew it was May.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, this time May was licking my swollen vulva so gently, making me wet again despite my exhaustion.
May crawled up to my ear and said she loved seeing me squirt. She picked me up and took me to the bathroom, pulling the thick
curtains closed.
May sat on the toilet, and I was on top of him. He placed me in the jacuzzi and turned on the hot water.
He believed that the burning body heat of love spoke louder than words, and the pounding heartbeat was sweeter than words. (Please don't
use soap now.) I faced outwards, gazing at the falling snowflakes and the starlight that shone brighter in the cold
.
My hands, through the glass, could feel the cold outside.
May's large back encircled me, and he began to knead my breasts and genitals, parting my labia to let the water jet
directly hit my vulva.
It felt like masturbating with a showerhead, but the water pressure was much greater.
I groaned, resting my head on May's shoulder.
May took out a double-headed dildo, inserting it into his hole while lifting my buttocks off his lap.
But Molly was quite pleased with himself, holding my hands still and thrusting up and down like riding a horse
, his large penis penetrating my wet hole from behind, starting to thrust.
His penis, thicker than any of the men I'd ever had sex with, slid in smoothly in the full bathtub.
May lifted my thighs with both hands to stand up, making me grip the wall tightly, exposing my genitals
to the glass.
I had no choice but to comply.
In the reflection of the glass, I could vaguely see May fucking me with the double-headed dildo, and my lewd
expression.
May's stamina was amazing; he vigorously swayed my body up and down, making each thrust so deep
that I cried out repeatedly, experiencing one orgasm after another.
Molly.
The way she spoke and the indecent comments others made about her body.
However, speaking of this, May was a little out of breath, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The two of us
seemed to be drawn to the idea of foreigners using English to travel independently in Asia. After
washing up, we went back to the big bed, and the three of us fell asleep on it.
When I woke up, no one was in bed. Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, I realized it was already 4 PM on
Saturday .
My clothes were all in the living room, so I had to run out naked to get them. Molly
was baking pizza in the kitchen, wearing only a loose t-shirt. 　　He smiled and looked at me: "You're awake! Did you sleep well?" I nodded and ran to get my clothes . 　　Molly blocked my way from behind and said, "Did you two do it again yesterday while I was asleep?" I was afraid Molly would mind, after all, May was his boyfriend. 　　I tried to apologize to him. 　　He actually said, "Then I want to do it with you again when May isn't here." 　　Although Molly was the woman of the two, he was actually no smaller than May. May was incredibly strong and actually squeezed into my vagina and kept stirring. My little sister's big penis was already very well-proportioned, while Molly's was full and sexy. 　　My head only reached Molly's chin. 　　He pushed me away while rubbing my breasts as he returned to the master bedroom. My sister was numb from all the thrusting. It's strange, he was being penetrated himself, so how could he stand so steadily? I 　　went into the dressing room where May had gone to get the vibrator yesterday and discovered a corner with all sorts of sex toys. 　　He asked me if I'd ever used them. I hadn't even seen many of them, let alone used them. 　　I was curious. I'd heard that many lesbians don't like penetration or reject sex toys; after all, they prefer sex toys and would rather find a real man. 　　Why do May and Molly like using sex toys so much? I asked Molly my question . He loved May not because she was a girl, nor because she wasn't a boy. 　　It was very pure; he loved May as a person and enjoyed dancing with her. 　　So May bought many sex toys for Molly, and gradually they both got used to using them .

Especially when May used sex toys, it gave her a sense of male taming of women. Because May was a complete
tsundere , she didn't reject using sex toys, but she preferred watching Molly
orgasm.
Liking a vibrator and liking a man are different, even though vibrators are made to look like symbols of masculinity
.
Molly pointed to a squatting dildo on the ground and told me it was fun.
He applied some lubricant to the dildo and told me to sit on it. It was like being rocked by a man's penis
, except this squatting dildo had a vibrator at the tip and could bend freely.
I sat down heavily and slowly lifted it up, realizing that this technique could really send a woman to heaven. However
, the hardest part was that when I was close to orgasm, I didn't have the strength to move my penis. I was already very tired
from playing
.
I was sweating profusely, so Molly grabbed my breasts from behind and helped me swing up and down,
while also stimulating my back and licking my earlobe.
Molly said to me, "It's fun doing it with girls, isn't it! You can play with girls as long as you want, until you
can't take it anymore.
And your skin is so delicate and smooth, it feels so different from a white person's, it feels so good to touch!
Your vagina is so tight, yesterday I almost couldn't move it with three fingers, you must have thought it was both painful and strangely pleasurable! Your
body is so sensitive, look, you tremble when I pinch your back!" Being teased by a girl's words
made me incredibly happy, and I quickly reached my climax. Molly then pulled me up and deliberately
hit me hard, causing some of her fluid to flow out with each blow.
She then threw me down.
Molly pulled my hair back, my face completely facing his spread thighs
, and he sat on my face with his wet, exposed vulva.
Because part of Molly's weight was pressing on my face, I was unable to
move under his weight, and could only let my hole be continuously violated by the dildo and vibrator.
Especially since they had such a good relationship, they must be able to express that feeling, but May and Molly...
Molly grabbed my head and shook it roughly, and before I could find the location of his clitoris, my nose
was already embedded in his vaginal opening, making my face wet.
He always told me to eat his vaginal fluid.
So I licked and sucked, and gently bit Molly's clitoris.
Molly suddenly clamped my head between his legs and came to orgasm with a cry.
After Molly came to her senses, she suddenly pulled me away from the squatting position, and
my vagina released a torrent of vaginal fluid.
Molly exclaimed, "Wow! That was great! I enjoyed it so much yesterday, I didn't even see the 'Overbearing' guy clearly, it was so much fun!" Then she
pulled me to shower and change.
The atmosphere was truly wonderful, and you were exceptionally cute. May and I both
felt ! We hope your artistic creations will be inspired by us.
After a while, May returned. She had taken my calligraphy from yesterday to make a slideshow
.
When she came back, she and Molly rehearsed it again, this time adding my calligraphy slideshow,
accompanied by Indian music. With May and Molly swaying naked, the interplay of East and West emerged
—it was fantastic! May originally wanted me to stay another day so we could go to the poetry reading the next day.
However, I asked him to take me home. Firstly, I didn't bring enough changes of clothes, and secondly, I had things to do on Sunday.
But the deeper reason was that I was afraid of being taken advantage of by May and Molly, and my wicked
mind couldn't help but conjure up the idea that the poetry reading, under the allure of May and Molly's beautiful bodies, might easily turn into
a orgy.
So May took me home.
May's poetry was very popular.
More than a month later, in a class, May told me that he and Molly had saved enough money
to go to New York to learn traditional jazz dance and wouldn't be back for a while.
I dragged him to see the sculpture I had made with that day's sketch, a couple deeply in love. He
impulsively kissed my forehead lightly and said: "Although it seems I won't have the chance to collect your sculpture
, I will remember your work and you deeply." 　　This is the story of how I met May and Molly.

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