Foreign students

Summer 2016, a European city... This summer was incredibly hot. I'd been in this foreign land for several years now. While I'm not exactly a nobody, I've had my share of girls throwing themselves at me. But I've lost all
enthusiasm for this big city. The old-fashioned buildings, the fancy clothes, the blonde, blue-eyed women—they hold no appeal for me. But now I want to talk about a woman I met this summer who slightly changed my life. I'm currently a teaching assistant at a university (not for the money, just to enjoy the freedom of being abroad). While I was in the library looking for materials for my professor's next class, I was bumped into at a corner. The books and photocopied documents in my hands all spilled on the ground . To make matters worse, the person who bumped into me spilled a cup of coffee all over the books and my documents. Of course, my first instinct was to quickly crouch down and salvage the books and documents. I didn't even see who bumped into me. While I was mentally rehearsing (and cursing in every language imaginable), a hand reached down. I noticed the hand was trembling. I looked up and saw an Asian girl looking at me with tears in her eyes. I glanced at her; although she wasn't the conventionally beautiful type, she exuded a subtle, pure charm (I'll post a photo below). She stammered, trying to apologize but unsure which language to use. My sixth sense told me she could speak Chinese, so I said in Chinese, "It's okay. The books are protected by protective covers. I can organize the documents when I get back. " She looked at me with surprise. "You can speak Chinese?" I thought to myself, annoyed, "It's not like you're the only one who can speak Chinese..." But I politely replied, "Yes, there are actually quite a few Chinese people here. It's not hard to find someone who speaks Chinese." She stared at me blankly. "Really? I'm a freshman this year, you're the first person I've met who can speak Chinese." I thought to myself, "This woman is really a bit airheaded." I said, " It 's okay, you 'll meet more people in the future. What's your name?" She replied, "Lola." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. What a strange name! She looked at me a little angrily at my impolite laughter . He asked, " What's so funny... What's your name? Tell me so I can see." I replied, "I'm not stupid, you'd laugh no matter what my name is, you can call me teaching assistant." He looked at me in surprise, "You're a teaching assistant? How come you're so young?" At that moment, his eyes shone with a kind of admiration . I was already used to it, but then I took a closer look at Lola's figure. Although she wasn't dressed that revealingly (compared to blonde, blue-eyed women), her figure seemed pretty good—chubby but kind of cute. A little bit of interest started to stir within me. That's when I realized that the materials I'd prepared while we were talking had completely soaked in coffee. I thought, "Oh no, I need this tomorrow, and I have to start all over again!" Seeing my troubled expression, Lola asked, "Is this urgent?" I replied, "Lola, I need this tomorrow. I have to hurry back and prepare it again. Goodbye for now!" Lola nervously asked, "Don't go yet, I don't have class today, I can help you." I thought to myself that having another person help would be good, but I didn't know what would happen next ... Let me briefly introduce where I live. I live in a penthouse, meaning the top floor. I love these kinds of apartments; they usually have great views and balconies. What I love most is sitting on the balcony, smoking and having a cup of tea or coffee, no matter the weather. Plus, my apartment has a large skylight, so the atmosphere is fantastic. Anyway... When Lola came in, he exclaimed in surprise, but I ignored him. I immediately started working on my data recovery. I asked him to categorize the data and put it on the bed. He obediently sat cross-legged on the bed to organize it. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Lola. She was wearing denim high-waisted shorts, so as everyone knows, when you sit cross-legged, a small gap is visible at the top of your thighs. Plus, she was bending over, and her clothes revealed a gap. I was stunned. She wasn't wearing a bra today. I saw a small red spot on her slightly flushed white skin. Her areolas were very small, but her nipples were perky, proving that her breasts weren't sagging but rather very firm and bouncy . At this moment , he noticed my gaze and glanced at me as well. We stared at each other awkwardly for two minutes. Then I saw that Lola's eyes were a little dazed. I walked over and sat next to him, looking into his eyes and kissing him. He pushed me away slightly, but this only fueled my possessive desire. I put my tongue into his mouth and intertwined it with his . At this moment, Lola lost the ability to resist. Lola lay softly in my arms. I reached inside her black clothes, one hand touching her hair, the other her breasts. Just as I expected, her breasts felt amazing. To my surprise, I couldn't even hold them in one hand; they were comparable in size to those of a foreigner... At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed her down onto my bed, swept all the documents I had just organized onto the floor, and instantly stripped her naked. Lola was still a little shy, covering her genitals with one hand and her breasts with the other. I took advantage of this moment to remove all my own clothing. Then, I grabbed both of her hands with one hand and placed them above her head, so her entire body was now in my view... I began to kiss her nipples frantically. She gasped, "Ah...ah...so sensitive...no...you're so bad..." I completely ignored what he was saying and reached down to touch his vagina, finding it already wet and trembling. At that moment, I thrust my beast into his vagina, pressing it against the opening. He arched his back, his vagina gripping my penis tightly. I thrust wildly like a wild animal, and he cried out in pleasure, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. After about 20 minutes of thrusting, he hadn't even had a few orgasms, and could only obediently stick his buttocks up and his chest against the bed, letting me pound him hard from behind. At that moment, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I increased my force. He sensed I was about to ejaculate and desperately twisted his buttocks and squeezed me tightly. Then I roared and ejaculated all my semen into his vagina. He reached his orgasm too, collapsing to the ground... We embraced... ending this intense sexual encounter...

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