foreign girls

"My goddess, don't go... don't go... we haven't..."

Paul woke up from his afternoon nap with a start, finding the sheets damp and sticky. "It was just a dream."

He couldn't help but feel regretful. He was already twenty years old, but had never had any real sexual experience; all his knowledge came from adult magazines and pornography. When it came to dealing with girls, he was really hopeless; apart from playing the piano, he couldn't do anything well. "Right, I need to go to the practice room now."

He remembered that his music professor had told him that he would be practicing with a girl named Sharon today. He checked the clock; it was four in the afternoon, time to leave. When he arrived at the practice room, it seemed his partner hadn't arrived yet. On a whim, he sat down at the piano and began to play. This was his best way to relieve his depression; only when playing could he forget all his unhappy things. He played so intently that he didn't notice someone entering the room. "Excuse me, are you Paul?"

Her voice interrupted him, causing him, who rarely made mistakes, to play a wrong chord. She smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry."

His throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say anything. How foolish he was to lose his composure in front of such a beautiful woman. "Oh, yes, you're Sharon?"

"That's right."

She nodded vigorously, her long, light black hair cascading over her shoulders like waves. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you. You played so well."

"Th-thank you,"

Paul replied, while sizing up the beautiful girl, a vocal major in the music department, whom the professor had assigned to him. She seemed a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her cheeks flushing a rosy blush. He finally managed to look away from her face, but made an even bigger mistake: his eyes lingered on her chest. The notebook, which she clutched tightly to her chest (what a lucky notebook!), couldn't conceal the roundness and fullness of her breasts beneath her tight sweater. "Well, so..."

she tried to say something. Paul struggled to look away from her and said, "Oh, I'm sorry..."

then fell silent again. Sharon shyly handed him the notebook: "These scores are for you to play when I sing."

Paul took the notebook, glanced at it briefly, then looked up at her: "So, which one... which one do you want to sing first?"

"Hmm..."

she took back the notebook and flipped through a few pages: "This one will do."

"Hmm... let me see, okay, I think I can play this piece."

He placed the notebook on the piano stand and nodded to her. Sharon stood by the piano, her hands supporting her abdomen, her full breasts and her hands forming a small cave. Paul longed to bury his face in it, but with great effort, he managed to pull his gaze away from her and back to the sheet music.

As Sharon sang, Paul felt a warm current surge through him: her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her! For the next hour, they practiced two pieces. Being so close to Sharon, such a voluptuous beauty, reminded Paul of Christine from *The Phantom of the Opera*, whose rounded breasts were as powerful as her voice. His fingers and her voice grew tired, so they decided to call it a day. If Paul were a more energetic and proactive man, he would have invited Sharon to a movie or dinner; however, for this shy man who only knew how to play the piano, simply walking a beautiful young woman back to his dormitory near the literature department was enough to excite him for the entire day. She stood in the corridor in front of the dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight to him. He left reluctantly.

Paul quickly returned to his apartment, went straight to bed without even changing his clothes, and his mind was filled with Sharon. He couldn't stop thinking about her; she was so beautiful, her smile so radiant, her breasts so full, so firm, so round… "I never imagined the professor would assign a Playboy cover girl to practice with me,"

he thought, a smile creeping across his face. He reached under the bed and pulled out an adult magazine, glanced at the stunning photo of Pamela Anderson, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pamela, but you've been outshone."

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night thereafter, they practiced together, and he eagerly awaited these nights. Each time, he wanted to muster the courage to ask her out, but he could never bring himself to speak. Her beauty was like a powerful shield, impenetrable to a bookworm like himself. "She could never like me,"

he always thought. One night, Paul was walking past his dorm when he saw Sharon in the corridor. Sharon smiled and waved to him, "Hello!"

She was wearing a dress that evening, the conservative cut cleverly concealing her perfect curves. "It's so late!"

Sharon said. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, I'm visiting a friend,"

Paul said, pointing to a house in the distance. "I was on my way home when I saw you. And you? Still out so late?"

"It's so cool tonight, and I can't sleep, so I came here to sit, read a book, and look at the stars."

"What are you reading?"

Paul asked, curious about the book on the bench. Sharon

giggled and tried to cover the title with her hand, but it was too late. "I see, so it's those erotic novels? You like them?"

Sharon looked at him shyly, as if admitting a hidden sin: "I... I like to fantasize about myself... you know..."

"Hmm, would you like to come in and get something to drink? I can make hot chocolate, hmm... my favorite drink!"

She stood up, her full breasts bouncing, drawing Paul's gaze. "Sure."

Inside the house, he carefully looked around her room; it was very tidy, unlike the messy rooms of typical college students. "What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm... the hot chocolate you mentioned sounds good."

"Great!"

she said excitedly, "I'll have one too."

She went into the kitchen, got a cup, and started busying herself. Paul sat on the sofa in the living room watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was excited that she wasn't directly facing him now, so he could boldly admire her beautiful figure and pretty face without her seeing him. She hummed a song as she poured hot water. She quickly brought out two cups of hot chocolate. She gave one to Paul and sat down next to him, legs crossed. "If only my clothes were a little shorter!"

Paul thought. At first, they discussed their recent practice sessions, what needed improvement, and which new pieces to choose, but after a while they seemed to run out of things to say. They just sat there, drinking their hot chocolate. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

she suddenly asked. "Um…no, not now. I've dated a few before, but they weren't my type."

"Why?"

She looked at him sternly. "Um…they were all nice, but…"

"But what?"

Now it was Paul's turn to be shy: "Um, I don't know if I should say…I mean…"

"I'm your friend, you can tell me!!"

"Um…okay…they're flat-chested."

"Flat-chested?"

"Um...yes...flat...you know...flat-chested."

He looked at his thighs to avoid seeing Sharon's angry expression. This friendship was really nice...I can't believe it ended like this. Sharon looked at him for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Was it hard to say?"

she asked between laughs. "Um...I'm not sure."

He replied, blushing. "I thought I was shy!! Turns out you're even more shy than me..."

She leaned back on the armrest of the sofa, laughing uncontrollably, her chest swaying gently. Paul realized he was being stared at again and immediately shifted his gaze to his legs. "Paul,"

Sharon stopped, "look at me."

He did as she asked excitedly. Beautiful!! She was an absolute beauty! "We're friends! You know? You don't have to be so afraid to look at me."

Paul's face turned red again; he really didn't know where to look now! "Paul, do you like looking at me like this?"

She was looking at him very sternly now. "Um..."

he replied shyly. "What did you say?"

Sharon leaned closer, placing her finger on his cheek. "I can't hear you."

"I can't help but look at you, because you're the sexiest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

He stared nervously at the ground. After a moment, he dared to look up at her, only to see her smiling at him. "Are you serious?"

He nodded vigorously, then stared nervously at the ground again. At that moment, his emotions were quite complex: joy—how close he was to her now; fear—because he had undoubtedly angered her. "She'll definitely kick me out."

She was silent for a long time. A lustful thought suddenly surfaced in Paul's mind, and he looked up at her again. Sharon smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm, I was wondering if you have any clothes in your closet that you wouldn't normally dare wear on campus?"

She closed her sexy lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes? Why?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking maybe you could wear those clothes for me."

Sharon looked surprised, then smiled, stood up, turned, and went into her room, calling out, "I'll be right back."

"Oh... she's really willing to do that??"

Paul wondered. Paul sat on the sofa waiting. After a while, his music partner came out of the room, and Paul almost fainted when he saw her. Sharon stood in front of him, wearing a tight-fitting white thin shirt with a very low neckline and several buttons at the front. The shirt was way too small for her; her two round breasts were squeezed together, tightly stretching the fabric. Her protruding breasts pushed the shirt up, exposing her navel. She wore extremely short pink shorts on her lower body, and he had never seen her thighs before; they were so white and sexy. "So? What do you think?"

she asked innocently. "Oh..."

he replied, staring at her lecherously without any restraint. Sharon laughed, "Remember, I'm doing this for you because you're my friend!"

With that, she put her hands behind her head, tilted her head back, and thrust her breasts high in front of Paul. Through the thin fabric, Paul could vaguely see the outline of her areolas; she wasn't wearing a bra! Paul swallowed hard. "I would never dare to dress like this in public."

She shifted her position, her breasts swaying like jelly. Did she know how stimulating this was for Paul? His penis was already bulging like steel bars through his pants. Did she know what she was doing? "So... what do you want me to do now?"

she asked. "Hmm... I think you should unbutton the top button."

Please, please, please, please! "Oh... you want me to do that? Okay, but I'm only doing it because you're my friend!"

With that, her fingers slid up to her chest and slowly unbuttoned the top button. The weight of her breasts caused the shirt to immediately spread open, revealing a deep cleavage between her peaks. Paul could no longer control himself from looking at her; he stared hungrily at that cleavage, wanting to bury his head in it and lick it... "Want me to unbutton the next button?"

She gave him a sweet smile. He nodded, and her fingers moved to the button and slowly, with an unbearable slowness, unbuttoned it. The shirt parted a little more, and now Paul could see about a third of Sharon's breasts. "One button left, will she unbutton it? And if she does, can I control myself from pounceing on her?"

Paul thought. "Please, God! At least let me see the view from the top! What color will her areolas be?"

The poor button looked like it was working very hard to keep the shirt from opening, the fabric stretched to its limit on all sides… "Oh!"

Sharon said gently, "I think this button is going to pop open, I think I'd better unbutton

it too." Her fingers slid to the last button and then unbuttoned it.

Aa ... Both areolas were a beautiful pink, and in the middle were… of course, nipples, the same color as the areolas, only now they looked quite firm, firm enough to seduce any man. Sharon shifted her body slightly, causing her two substantial breasts to sway from side to side, and then from side to side. “What do you think?”

she asked. “Beautiful,”

he sighed, “beautiful beyond belief.”

“That’s good, now it’s your turn.”

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on her beautiful breasts, thirty centimeters away. “Please take off your pants for me, I want to see you… see your… you know…”

“Wow…”

Paul thought. He slowly pulled down his pants, his hard penis immediately pressing outwards, trying to break through the fabric of his underwear. He grabbed the top of his underwear and slowly pulled it down under Sharon’s gaze, who looked as if she were mesmerized. He pushed his penis up a little so she could see it clearly; he could hear her rapid breathing. "Oh, Paul, it looks really good."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. He gently lifted it with his fingers, then touched it with his fingertips to make it bigger; now it was as hard as a rock. But he had to be careful; he was very excited, and if he played with it any longer, he might ejaculate. Sharon knelt down and cupped her breasts in her hands. They were so full, overflowing from her fingertips and palms. She looked at his penis with a curious gaze and slowly leaned forward, and Paul spread his legs as well. She lifted one breast so that her nipple was less than an inch from the tip of his penis, and he held his penis straight up; if he let go, it would touch her pink nipple. Sharon moved closer, slowly, slowly, until her nipple touched his penis, right at the tip, tip to tip. It seemed he would have to have considerable willpower to avoid ejaculating all over those full breasts! "You know what?"

she said softly, "I've never seen... ever seen a man's..."

"Really?"

"Mmm...this is my first time...I've never done anything like that before."

As she spoke, she circled her nipple with her fingers, then gently, slowly, rubbed it against his penis. Paul suddenly realized that this was their first time touching each other's bodies; they hadn't even held hands before! What a wonderful way to touch someone for the first time!! Paul felt a strong pleasure rising in his groin. He still held his penis in his hand, allowing Sharon to continue caressing it with her nipples. Her nipples spun and spun at their tips, and if she lowered her body any further, his erect penis would be completely nestled in one of those soft, round breasts. However, she only teased him with her nipples. Now, she slid her nipples down from the tip of his penis, all the way to his testicles, and then slowly slid them back down. "Does this feel good?"

she asked. "Oh! Of course, very good!"

"Hmm...that's good..."

She caressed his penis with her nipples for a while, not letting any part of her breasts touch it, only her nipples. Her nipples were now erect, and...oh...so perfect for sucking!! He now held his penis with only one hand, and the other hand slowly moved upwards until his fingers touched her soft and warm breasts. "Ah...you..."

Her breathing became rapid as he dug his fingers into those perfect breasts. His fingers played freely on her peaks, moving freely, caressing the smooth skin, and occasionally kneading, he felt her breasts gradually swell between his fingers. She lifted her breasts with both hands, right in front of his face, letting him do as he pleased. His hands reached for them and played with them. "Oh...oh..."

Sharon breathed heavily from time to time, she was very comfortable from the caresses. Paul kneaded and pinched her full breasts. She deliberately swayed her body, trying to escape his hands, and giggled

, then let out a more melodious moan as Paul's fingers grasped them again, this time conquering the peaks. He pressed, pulled, and rubbed her perfect pink areolas, her nipples becoming hot and hard. Paul's fingers also grasped them, playing with them, turning them, squeezing them, and she moaned even louder when he gently pulled them outwards. "I want to suckle them..."

he had barely finished speaking when Sharon pressed her entire chest against him, burying his face between her two soft breasts. She supported the back of his head with her hands, allowing his face to get even closer... "Mmm..."

His hands moved to the sides of her breasts, then pushed them against his face, pressing them forcefully so he could suckle her breasts more hard to satisfy his hunger. He felt her erect nipple slide into his mouth, and he pushed it in with his hand, then sucked on it, sucked on it, sucked on it! He licked it with his tongue, sweeping over every inch of her skin. Sharon's moans grew louder and more continuous... He sucked and caressed her full breasts for at least thirty minutes, kneading them, kissing and licking them. Finally, he stopped: he didn't want to stop, but his hands and mouth were tired. He gently removed Sharon's breasts from his weary fingers, gazing at her tenderly. She looked at him gently too, and then her lips slowly pressed against his. They would never forget their first kiss, so long, so passionate.

It was a little awkward at first (because they had never kissed like this before), but they explored each other with their tongues and lips, and soon they found the knack, and then it was unstoppable. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwining and dancing with boundless energy. After a long while, their lips reluctantly parted.

Then, she grasped his penis with both hands, burying it between her breasts and shaking it constantly. She rubbed it against her breasts, letting his penis suffocate in her waves of milk. She gripped his thick penis tightly, pressing it forcefully against her full breasts. His penis

was completely submerged in those full breasts! It seemed to have become her own toy, which she could play with however she wanted. Paul placed his hands on the sofa cushions, enjoying the intense friction of Sharon's breasts.

She pressed her breasts together to trap his thick penis in the middle, then pushed it up and down repeatedly. Paul had never experienced such intense pleasure. Sharon's caresses were so wonderful!

They excited him so much, brought him so close to the point of climax, yet allowed him to hold back his ejaculation. Finally, he ejaculated. Sharon cried out in surprise. She had never touched a man's genitals like this before, and was startled by Paul's sudden ejaculation. Thick semen sprayed onto her breasts, neck, and face. She laughed playfully, reaching out to rub Paul's penis so he could release the rest of his semen. She even licked it with her tongue, savoring its taste. Paul reached for Sharon's breasts, helping her spread the sticky semen evenly, like applying sunscreen. She first licked his penis and fingers clean, then bent down to lick the white fluid covering her breasts, from the nipples to the base of her breasts, leaving no stone unturned, as if eating ice cream. They were both exhausted, so they lay down on her bed, laughing as they did so.

They kissed, caressed, and explored each other's bodies. Sharon buried her full, soft breasts in Paul's head: she loved the feeling of his head nestled between her breasts, especially when his warm breath touched her bare breasts. He quickly drifted off to sleep, yet his head remained reluctantly resting on those beautiful pillows.

Paul forgot how long he had slept; he only knew that when he woke up, his head was still resting on Sharon's beautiful breasts, those peaks he loved to suckle. Remembering the pleasure of the previous night, his penis hardened again, pressing tightly against Sharon's legs. He pulled back the blanket covering Sharon, slowly admiring her, this beautiful goddess in his eyes, now at his mercy. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her round, helpless breasts. Sharon

cried out, startled awake. He kneaded and pinched, kneaded and pinched, Sharon's breasts swirling before him in rhythm. His tongue slid across her peaks, licking, biting, circling her nipples, and then sucking on their tips. Sharon pressed the back of his head so he could suck harder, sucking on more of them. He sipped with unbridled excitement. Sharon

cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust them deeper into Paul's mouth, in and out, her full breasts excitedly assaulting his mouth. Just like last night, he caressed her breasts for a long time until his fingers grew tired. He stopped, then immediately sent his tongue into her mouth, giving her a passionate kiss. They held each other tightly, engaging in a fierce battle of tongues. As they kissed passionately, Sharon unconsciously guided Paul's hands between her legs. By the time she realized it, it was too late; Paul's fingers were already caressing her already wet labia. Paul suddenly realized he was touching Sharon's forbidden territory, so he stopped, looking at her, wanting her consent. "Oh...it feels so good, keep going, don't stop..."

She grabbed Paul's right hand and placed it on her vulva. "Hmm...let's see what's here?"

Paul's tongue swept across her neck, her breasts, down her abdomen, past her navel, until its tip was stopped by her pubic hair. He stroked her soft, pink labia while carefully examining her private area. He had never seen a girl's vulva except in adult magazines and movies. He wasn't quite sure how to caress a girl's vulva; he simply stroked her labia with his fingers, but judging from her cries of pleasure, he was probably right, so he continued his caresses. "Oh...that's it...oh...oh...Paul..."

she gripped the sheets and let out a more pleasurable moan. "This must be the clitoris,"

he thought, then unexpectedly attacked this sensitive area with his tongue. Sharon's body jerked, and she let out an unusually loud moan.

Paul took her clitoris into his mouth and gently sucked on it, licking it lightly with his tongue. His lover was now calling his name wildly. She held Paul's head, pulling him closer and closer. His tongue had nowhere else to go but between her labia, exploring her secrets… After a while, Paul realized how extraordinary what he was doing was: he was using his tongue to penetrate her virginity! Paul's tongue swayed, slid, and thrust freely in her cleft, bringing her intense pleasure. Her legs clamped tightly around his head, her fingers gripping the back of his head. She was screaming so loudly and intensely that Paul was certain she wouldn't be able to practice singing for days.

Her breasts swayed with her movements. Paul, savoring her with satisfaction, placed his hands on her upper body, assigning them a new task: rubbing and kneading. Later, when Paul talked about this with Sharon, he learned from her that his tongue had already brought her to orgasm twice. At that moment, however, he was unaware of his prowess. All he knew was that oral sex was incredibly "slippery,"

as his mouth, cheeks, and chin were already covered in her love juices. After ceasing his tongue's assault, he buried his wet face between her breasts, wiping the love juices from his face evenly onto her nipples, and then sucked on them again. The lovers lay in bed all morning, sometimes making love, sometimes whispering sweet nothings. If Sharon's roommate, Lisa, hadn't returned, they might have spent the day like that. They hurriedly dressed and rushed out of the room. Lisa looked at them with a half-smile, then couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Well done, Sharon!"

That night, Sharon spent the night at Paul's apartment (of course, not just that one night!). However, using

the word "spend the night" to describe their time together seemed inadequate: her full breasts were repeatedly rubbed and sucked by him…

"My goddess, don't go… don't go… we haven't…"

Paul woke up from his afternoon nap with a start, finding the sheets damp and sticky. "It was just a dream."

He couldn't help but feel regretful. He was already twenty years old, but had never had any real sexual experience; all his knowledge came from adult magazines and pornography. When it came to dealing with girls, he was really hopeless; apart from playing the piano, he couldn't do anything well. "Right, I need to go to the practice room now."

He remembered that the music professor had told him that he would be practicing with a girl named Sharon today. He looked at the clock; it was four in the afternoon, time to leave. Upon arriving at the music room, seeing that his companion hadn't arrived yet, he impulsively sat down at the piano and began to play. This was his best way to relieve his depression; only when playing could he forget all his unhappy things. He played so intently that he didn't notice someone entering the room. "Excuse me, are you Paul?"

Her voice interrupted him, causing him, who rarely made mistakes, to play a wrong chord. She smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry."

His throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say anything. How foolish he was to lose his composure in front of such a beautiful woman. "Oh, yes, you're Sharon?"

"That's right."

She nodded vigorously, her long, light black hair cascading over her shoulders like waves. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you. You played very well."

"Th-thank you,"

Paul replied, while sizing up the beautiful girl, a vocal major in the music department, whom the professor had assigned to him. She seemed uneasy under his gaze, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. He finally managed to look away from her face, but made an even bigger mistake: his eyes lingered on her chest. The notebook she clutched tightly to her chest (what a lucky notebook!) couldn't conceal the roundness and fullness of her breasts beneath her tight sweater. "Well, so..."

she tried to say something. Paul struggled to look away from her, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry..."

and then fell silent. Sharon shyly handed him the notebook: "These scores are for you to play while I sing."

Paul took the notebook, glanced at it briefly, then looked up at her: "So, which one... which one do you want to sing first?"

"Hmm..."

she took back the notebook, flipped through a few pages: "This one will do."

"Hmm... let me see, okay, I think I can play this piece."

He placed the notebook on the piano stand and nodded to her. Sharon stood by the piano, her hands supporting her abdomen, her full breasts and her hands forming a small cave. Paul longed to bury his face in it, but with great effort, he managed to pull his gaze away from her and back to the sheet music.

As Sharon sang, Paul felt a warm current surge through him: her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her! For the next hour, they practiced two pieces. Being so close to Sharon, such a voluptuous beauty, reminded Paul of Christine from *The Phantom of the Opera*, whose rounded breasts were as powerful as her voice. His fingers and her voice grew tired, so they decided to call it a day. If Paul were a more energetic and proactive man, he would have invited Sharon to a movie or dinner; however, for this shy man who only knew how to play the piano, simply walking a beautiful young woman back to his dormitory near the literature department was enough to excite him for the entire day. She stood in the corridor in front of the dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight to him. He left reluctantly.

Paul quickly returned to his apartment, went straight to bed without even changing his clothes, and his mind was filled with Sharon. He couldn't stop thinking about her; she was so beautiful, her smile so radiant, her breasts so full, so firm, so round… "I never imagined the professor would assign a Playboy cover girl to practice with me,"

he thought, a smile creeping across his face. He reached under the bed and pulled out an adult magazine, glanced at the stunning photo of Pamela Anderson, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pamela, but you've been outshone."

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night thereafter, they practiced together, and he eagerly awaited these nights. Each time, he wanted to muster the courage to ask her out, but he could never bring himself to speak. Her beauty was like a powerful shield, impenetrable to a bookworm like himself. "She could never like me,"

he always thought. One night, Paul was walking past his dormitory when he saw Sharon in the corridor. Sharon smiled and waved to him, "Hello!"

She was wearing a dress that night, the conservative cut of which cleverly concealed her perfect curves. "It's so late!"

Sharon said, "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, I've come to visit a friend."

Paul pointed to a house in the distance: "I was on my way home when I saw you. And you? Still out so late?"

"It's cool tonight, and I couldn't sleep, so I came here to sit, read a book, and look at the stars."

"What are you reading?"

Paul asked curiously, wondering what books were on the bench. Sharon

giggled, trying to cover the titles on the covers with her hand, but it was too late. "I see, so it's one of those erotic novels? Do you like them?"

Sharon looked at him shyly, as if admitting a hidden sin: "I... I like to fantasize about myself... you know..."

"Hmm, would you like to come in for a drink? I can make hot chocolate, hmm... my favorite drink!"

She stood up, her full breasts bouncing, drawing Paul's gaze. "Sure."

Inside, he carefully looked around her room; it was very tidy, unlike the messy rooms of typical college students. "What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm... the hot chocolate you mentioned sounds good."

"Great!"

she said excitedly, "I'll have one too."

She went into the kitchen, got the cups, and started busying herself. Paul sat on the sofa in the living room watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was excited that she wasn't facing him directly now, so he could boldly admire her beautiful figure and pretty face without her seeing him. She hummed a song as she poured hot water. Soon she brought out two cups of hot chocolate, gave one to Paul, and then sat down next to him, crossing her legs. "If only her clothes were a little shorter!"

Paul thought. At first, they discussed the recent practice sessions, what could be improved, and which new pieces to choose, but after a while they seemed to run out of things to say. They just sat there, drinking their hot chocolate. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

she suddenly asked. "Hmm... no, not now. I've dated a few before, but they weren't my type."

"Why?"

she looked at him sternly. "Um...they're all nice, but..."

"But what?"

Now it was Paul's turn to be shy: "Um, I don't know if I should say it...I mean..."

"I'm your friend, you can tell me!!"

"Um...okay...they're flat-chested."

"Flat-chested?"

"Um...yes...flat...you know...flat-chested."

He looked at his thighs to avoid seeing Sharon's angry expression. This friendship was really nice...I can't believe it ended like this. Sharon looked at him for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Is it hard to say?"

she asked between laughs. "Um...I'm not sure."

He replied, blushing. "I thought I was the shy one!! Turns out you're even more shy than me..."

She leaned back on the armrest of the sofa, laughing uncontrollably, her chest swaying gently. Paul realized he was being stared at again and immediately shifted his gaze to his legs. "Paul,"

Sharon stopped, "look at me."

He excitedly did as she said. A beauty!! She was an absolute beauty! “We’re friends! You know? You don’t need to be so afraid to look at me.”

Paul’s face flushed again; he really didn’t know where to look now! “Paul, do you like looking at me like this?”

She was looking at him very sternly now. “Um…”

he replied shyly. “What did you say?”

Sharon leaned closer and placed her finger on his cheek: “I can’t hear you.”

“I can’t help but look at you because you’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He nervously looked at the ground. After a while, he dared to look up at her, only to see her smiling at him: “Are you serious?”

He nodded vigorously, then nervously looked at the ground again. At this moment, his emotions were quite complicated: happiness: he was so close to her now; fear: because he had undoubtedly angered her. “She’ll definitely kick me out.”

She was silent for a long time. A lustful thought suddenly popped into Paul’s mind, and he looked up at her again. Sharon smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm, I was wondering if you have any clothes in your closet that you wouldn't normally dare wear on campus?"

She closed her sexy lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes? Why?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking maybe you could wear those clothes for me."

Sharon looked surprised, then smiled, stood up, turned, and went into her room, calling out, "I'll be right back."

"Oh... she's really willing to do that??"

Paul wondered. Paul sat on the sofa waiting. After a while, his music partner came out of the room, and Paul almost fainted when he saw her. Sharon stood in front of him, wearing a tight-fitting white thin shirt with a very low neckline and several buttons at the front. The shirt was way too small for her; her two round breasts were squeezed together, tightly stretching the fabric. Her protruding breasts pushed the shirt up, exposing her navel. She wore extremely short pink shorts on her lower body, and he had never seen her thighs before; they were so white and sexy. "So? What do you think?"

she asked innocently. "Oh..."

he replied, staring at her lecherously without any restraint. Sharon laughed, "Remember, I'm doing this for you because you're my friend!"

With that, she put her hands behind her head, tilted her head back, and thrust her breasts high in front of Paul. Through the thin fabric, Paul could vaguely see the outline of her areolas; she wasn't wearing a bra! Paul swallowed hard. "I would never dare to dress like this in public."

She shifted her position, her breasts swaying like jelly. Did she know how stimulating this was for Paul? His penis was already bulging like steel bars through his pants. Did she know what she was doing? "So... what do you want me to do now?"

she asked. "Hmm... I think you should unbutton the top button."

Please, please, please, please! "Oh... you want me to do that? Okay, but I'm only doing it because you're my friend!"

With that, her fingers slid up to her chest and slowly unbuttoned the top button. The weight of her breasts caused the shirt to immediately spread open, revealing a deep cleavage between her peaks. Paul could no longer control himself from looking at her; he stared hungrily at that cleavage, wanting to bury his head in it and lick it... "Want me to unbutton the next button?"

She gave him a sweet smile. He nodded, and her fingers moved to the button and slowly, with an unbearable slowness, unbuttoned it. The shirt parted a little more, and now Paul could see about a third of Sharon's breasts. "There's one button left. Will she undo it? And if she does, will I be able to control myself from lunging at her?"

Paul thought. "Please, God! At least let me see the view from the top of the mountain! What color will her areolas be?"

The poor button looked like it was working very hard to keep the shirt from opening, the fabric stretched to its limit on all sides… “Oh!”

Sharon said gently, “I think this button is going to pop open, I think I’d better unbutton it.” Her

fingers slid to the last button and unbuttoned it.

Whoaaaaaaahh ...

"Beautiful,"

he sighed. "So beautiful I can hardly believe it."

"Very good, now it's your turn."

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on her beautiful breasts, thirty centimeters away. "Please take off your pants for me, I want to see you... see your... you know..."

"Wow..."

Paul thought. He slowly pulled down his pants, his hard penis immediately pressing outwards, trying to break through the fabric of her underwear. He grabbed the top of her underwear and slowly pulled it down under Sharon's gaze, who looked as if she were mesmerized. He pushed his penis up a little so she could see it clearly; he could hear her rapid breathing. "Oh, Paul, it looks really good,"

she said, her voice almost inaudible. He gently lifted it with his fingers, then touched it with his fingertips to make it bigger; now, it was as hard as a rock. But he had to be careful; he was very excited, and if he continued to play with it, he might ejaculate. Sharon knelt down and cupped her breasts in her hands. They were so full, overflowing from her fingertips and palms. She gazed curiously at his erect penis, slowly leaning forward, and Paul parted his legs. She lifted one breast, bringing her nipple less than an inch from the tip of his penis, and he lifted his penis straight up; if he let go, it would touch her pink nipple. Sharon moved closer, slowly, slowly, until her nipple touched his penis, tip to tip. It seemed he would need considerable willpower to avoid ejaculating onto those full breasts! "You know what?"

she said softly, "I've never seen...never seen a man's..."

"Really?"

"Yes...this is my first time...I've never done anything like that before."

As she spoke, she circled her nipple with her fingers, then gently, slowly, rubbed it against his penis. Paul suddenly realized this was their first time touching each other's bodies; they hadn't even held hands before! What a wonderful way to touch him for the first time! Paul felt an intense pleasure in his lower body. He still held his penis in his hand, allowing Sharon to continue caressing it with her nipples. Her nipples twirled and twirled at their tips, and if she lowered her body any further, his hard penis would be completely nestled in one of those soft, round breasts. However, she only teased him with her nipples. Now, she slid her nipples down from the tip of his penis, all the way to his testicles, and then slowly back down the same path. "Does this feel good?"

she asked. "Oh! Of course, it's wonderful!"

"Hmm...that's good..."

She caressed his penis with her nipples for a while, not letting any part of her breasts touch it, only her nipples. Her nipples were now erect, and...oh...so perfect for sucking!! He now held his penis in one hand, while the other slowly moved upwards until his fingers touched her soft, warm breasts. "Ah...you..."

Her breathing quickened as he dug his fingers into her perfect breasts. His fingers played freely on her peaks, stroking and kneading her smooth skin, feeling her nipples gradually swell between his fingers. She lifted her breasts with both hands, placing them in front of his face, letting him do as he pleased. His hands reached for them and began to play with them. "Oh...oh..."

Sharon gasped, feeling very comfortable from the caresses. Paul kneaded and squeezed her full breasts, and she deliberately swayed her body, trying to escape his hands, and giggled

, then let out an even more melodious moan as Paul's fingers grasped them again, and this time he conquered the summit. He pressed, pulled, and kneaded her perfect pink areolas, her nipples becoming hot and hard. Paul's fingers grasped them, playing with them, turning them, squeezing them. As he gently pulled them outward, she moaned even louder. "I want to suck them..."

he had barely finished speaking when Sharon pressed her entire chest against him, burying his face between her two soft breasts. She cupped the back of his head with her hands, allowing his face to get even closer... "Mmm..."

His hands moved to the sides of her breasts, then pressed them against his face, pushing them forcefully so he could suckle them harder to satisfy his hunger. He felt her erect nipples slide into his mouth, and he pushed them in with his hands, then sucked on them, sucked on them, sucked on them! He licked them with his tongue, sweeping his tongue over every inch of her skin. Sharon's moans grew louder and more continuous... He sucked and caressed her full breasts for at least thirty minutes, kneading, kissing, and licking them. Finally, he stopped: he didn't want to stop, but his hands and mouth were tired. He gently removed Sharon's breasts from his weary fingers, gazing at her tenderly. She looked at him gently too, and then her lips slowly met his. They would never forget their first kiss, so long and so passionate.

It was a little awkward at first (because they had never kissed like this before), but they explored each other with their tongues and lips, and soon they found the knack, and then it was unstoppable. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwining and dancing with boundless energy. It was a long time before their lips reluctantly parted.

Then, she grabbed his penis with both hands, burying it between her breasts and shaking it constantly. She rubbed it against her breasts, suffocating his penis in the waves of her breasts. She gripped his thick penis tightly, pressing it against her full breasts.

His penis was completely submerged in those full breasts! It seemed to have become her own toy, which she could play with however she wanted. Paul placed his hands on the sofa cushions, enjoying the intense friction of Sharon's breasts.

She pressed her breasts together to trap his thick penis in the middle, then pushed it up and down repeatedly. Paul had never experienced such intense pleasure. Sharon's caresses were so wonderful!

It excited him so much, brought him so close to the point of climax, yet he managed to hold back. Finally, he ejaculated, and Sharon cried out in surprise. She had never caressed a man's genitals like this before, and was startled by Paul's sudden ejaculation. Thick semen sprayed onto her breasts, neck, and face. She laughed playfully, reaching out to rub Paul's penis, hoping he would release the remaining semen. She even licked it with her tongue, savoring its taste. Paul reached for Sharon's breasts, helping her spread the sticky semen evenly, like applying sunscreen. She first licked his penis and fingers clean, then bent down to lick the white fluid covering her breasts, from the nipples to the base of her breasts, leaving no stone unturned, as if eating ice cream. They were both exhausted, so they lay down on her bed, laughing as they did so.

They kissed, caressed, and explored each other's bodies. Sharon buried her full, soft breasts in Paul's head: she loved the feeling of his head nestled between her breasts, especially when his warm breath touched her bare breasts. He quickly drifted off to sleep, yet his head remained reluctantly resting on those beautiful pillows.

Paul forgot how long he had slept; he only knew that when he woke up, his head was still resting on Sharon's beautiful breasts, those peaks he loved to suckle. Remembering the pleasure of the previous night, his penis hardened again, pressing tightly against Sharon's legs. He pulled back the blanket covering Sharon, slowly admiring her, this beautiful goddess in his eyes, now at his mercy. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her round, helpless breasts. Sharon

cried out, startled awake. He kneaded and pinched, kneaded and pinched, Sharon's breasts swirling before him in rhythm. His tongue slid across her peaks, licking, biting, circling her nipples, and then sucking on their tips. Sharon pressed the back of his head so he could suck harder, sucking on more of them. He sipped with unbridled excitement. Sharon

cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust them deeper into Paul's mouth, in and out, her full breasts excitedly assaulting his mouth. Just like last night, he caressed her breasts for a long time until his fingers grew tired. He stopped, then immediately sent his tongue into her mouth, giving her a passionate kiss. They held each other tightly, engaging in a fierce battle of tongues. As they kissed passionately, Sharon unconsciously guided Paul's hands between her legs. By the time she realized it, it was too late; Paul's fingers were already caressing her already wet labia. Paul suddenly realized he was touching Sharon's forbidden territory, so he stopped, looking at her, wanting her consent. "Oh...it feels so good, keep going, don't stop..."

She grabbed Paul's right hand and placed it on her vulva. "Hmm...let's see what's here?"

Paul's tongue swept across her neck, her breasts, down her abdomen, past her navel, until his tongue was stopped by her pubic hair. He stroked her soft, pink labia while carefully examining her forbidden area. He had never seen a girl's vulva except in adult magazines and movies. He wasn't quite sure how to caress the girl's vulva; he simply stroked her labia with his fingers. But judging from her cries of pleasure, he was sure he wasn't doing anything wrong, so he continued his caresses. "Oh...that's it...oh...oh...Paul..."

She gripped the sheets tightly and let out even more pleasurable moans. "This must be her clitoris,"

he thought, then unexpectedly attacked this sensitive area with his tongue. Sharon's body convulsed, letting out an exceptionally loud moan.

Paul took her clitoris into his mouth and gently sucked on it, licking it lightly with his tongue. His lover was now frantically calling his name, holding Paul's head, pulling him closer and closer. His tongue had nowhere else to go but between her labia, exploring her secret... After a while, Paul realized how extraordinary what he was doing was: he was using his tongue to penetrate her virginity!! Paul's tongue swung, slid, and thrust freely between her lips, bringing her intense pleasure. Her legs clamped tightly around his head, her fingers gripping the back of his skull. She cried out so loudly and intensely that Paul was certain she wouldn't be able to practice singing for days.

Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and as Paul savored them, he placed his hands on her upper body, assigning them a new task: kneading and rubbing. Later, when Paul talked to Sharon about it, he learned from her that his tongue had already brought her to orgasm twice. But at that moment, he didn't know he was so skilled; all he knew was that oral sex was very "slippery,"

because his mouth, his cheeks, and his chin were all covered in her love juice. After stopping his tongue's assault, he buried his wet face between her breasts, wiping the love juice on his face evenly onto her breasts, and then sucked on them once more. The couple had spent the entire morning in bed, sometimes making love, sometimes whispering sweet nothings. If Sharon's roommate, Lisa, hadn't returned, they might have spent the rest of the day like that. They hurriedly dressed and rushed out of the room. Lisa looked at them with a half-smile, and they couldn't help but laugh.

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