International students' sex life

In the center of the classroom, four high-temperature lamps shone intently on a naked, athletic blonde woman with blue eyes
. The students were all focused on the clay before them, sculpting her in poses reminiscent of the model
.

May was our school's contracted model; she was supposedly a dancer at a strip club. I
couldn't quite , but she was probably in her early twenties.

Although the hourly wage for academic modeling was less than a third of her regular job, not to mention the
generous tips from wealthy patrons, enduring the gratifying gazes of customers was a vastly different experience

from helping us poor students develop our artistic talents . 　　Behind every focused gaze lay deep gratitude. 　　While these students' works might not be preserved permanently like the masterpieces of great artists, they were still lifelong . 　　During each three-hour class, May could maintain the same pose for a long time. Compared to amateurs who had to stretch or rest every ten minutes, May was very professional, and we all secretly applauded him whenever he was the model in a class. 　　When sculpting with him, I could quickly grasp the general feeling I wanted, and the remaining time could be used to observe May's body more carefully and correct any areas I had overlooked. 　　So I would go closer to May and study him closely. 　　May would sometimes joke, "Should I touch it? Wouldn't that give me a better feel?" I dared not, and I don't think the teacher would allow it. 　　There weren't many students in the advanced sculpting class, about ten, so the atmosphere was always very good. Everyone chatted and laughed, like a big family. 　　I knew that although May was almost silent in order to maintain his pose, he was actually often laughing very happily, as you could tell from his chest that he couldn't help but sway. 　　He had a very good figure, about 170 cm tall. His chest wouldn't be considered large by foreign standards, but by Chinese standards it was close to a C cup, and very perky. 　　He was lean yet muscular, not the unhealthy, emaciated kind often seen in Asians. 　　His arms, though not large, were clearly defined by beautifully sculpted muscles, and sexy side lines on either side. A fake diamond ornament adorned his navel, sparkling under the lights. 　　His short, curly blond hair framed his strikingly handsome face; he must have been a top star at a strip club! His well- proportioned thighs, though tightly pressed together, couldn't hide his abundant blond pubic hair. The strikingly beautiful May often made us laugh, her face turning bright red. 　　During the 15-minute break, we would thoughtfully provide him with cookies and coffee, saving him the time of getting dressed and going to the snack bar . He would casually throw on a bathrobe and chat happily with us. 　　I was the only Asian in the class, so she often talked to me about Taiwan. It's strange, but foreigners seem to be very interested in using English teaching as a means to travel independently in Asia. 　　She was no exception. 　　He often admired the sculptures we made using his body after class, occasionally making sarcastic remarks like, "My breasts aren't that small," or "My legs aren't that thick." 　　He really liked my sculptures, saying they had an oriental mystique, and the woman within possessed a melancholic air—an air that wasn't his, but rather something I had imbued. 　　I was delighted and promised to give him a piece I had completed using him as a model at the end of the semester. 　　And so we gradually became closer. 　　One day after class, May slowly finished dressing, while I began packing. The other quick-moving 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. 　　May playfully asked me to buy her a coffee as a thank you, and I said, "No problem at all." 　　He'd just downed a whole cup of espresso during his break; foreigners really do drink coffee like water. 　　Have you ever heard of a teacher giving you ten minutes to buy coffee to perk you up during an 8 AM class, when everyone's still half asleep? That teacher was hilarious; he'd say, "Hurry up and use this time to buy a life-saving coffee ! You're about to have a life-threatening class!" So, May and I walked and chatted into the cafe. It turned out May wasn't just a stripper; he was also a student at a vocational school, and his dream was to save up enough money to study proper dance. 　　He came here as a model to cultivate his appreciation of beauty and to better understand his body language and how others perceive his physical expression. 　　"Could you do me a favor?" May looked at me pleadingly with bright eyes. 　　"If I can do it, of course, no problem." 　　"Actually, I'm participating in a poetry reading. I wrote a poem and want to recite it at this Sunday's poetry reading, but just reciting it is too monotonous, so I want to add some physical performance." 　　"Oh, that sounds quite interesting. How can I help?" 　　"My idea is that while reciting, I'll take off my clothes and make movements that match my poem. You can help me draw some Chinese characters with a brush, and I'll make them into a slideshow and project it onto my body." 　　He took out his poem and read it to me. **********　　...

Poetry completely changed my perception of poetry readings, which I had previously imagined as simply reciting Bible hymns.

He excitedly asked me, "What did you think of my poem?"

"Wow, so touching!"

My mind was only focused on the fact that May was originally going to recite it for me, but because I felt my English wasn't good enough
, I was afraid I'd miss something, so I asked to read it myself.

Thank goodness, otherwise, everyone in the crowded coffee shop would have thought the two of us girls were having a romantic chat.

"It's Friday already, and I have a reading on Sunday, so could you come to my place tonight to help me with
some drawing? Please bring some toiletries, and if it gets too late, you can sleep at my place!"

For me, writing a few characters with a brush isn't difficult, so of course I readily agreed.

So I went home to get some clothes and calligraphy supplies, and then went home with May.

She really was a cool girl, driving a beat-up Jeep, looking incredibly stylish.

Because it was the dead of winter, and snow was falling outside, he kept expressing the feelings he wanted to convey along the way, and I
listened carefully.

His house was located in a very desolate area, supposedly the site of a 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, which were eventually bought by a designer who built
three adjacent houses. Although the houses were eighty years old, they were still very distinctive and sturdy, and were later bought by
his family.

Between the three houses was an open space, which could be used for ice hockey after the snow was compacted. After

parking the car, he led me to the smallest-looking house of the three, saying it was where he and his girlfriend lived
.

I was stunned. He and his girlfriend? Could it be... could she be a lesbian? Suppressing
the strange , I

watched as he opened the door and said to the inside, "Sweetheart, we have guests!" A sweet
voice came from inside: "Is it a boy or a girl?" May said, "It's a very cute girl!" As soon as she finished speaking,
the girl inside ran to the entrance and opened the door. Oh my god! Wearing only a sheer, pink, sexy nightgown, though not entirely
transparent, her braless nipples and the outline of her breasts, much larger than May's, were clearly visible.

"Wow, it's so cold!"

exclaimed the doll-like, round-faced girl named Molly.

"Who told you to come out and open the door dressed so scantily?" May quickly wrapped Molly in her coat
, tenderly leading her into the house.

I, of course, followed.

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 room, ignoring my presence, they passionately kissed.

Molly kept saying, "I missed you so much!" It hadn't been long since they last met; they were living together,
their relationship was really good! Molly released May first, saying shyly, "Hehe, we're all like this
, don't mind!" I wasn't against homosexuality, but I rarely had the chance to actually see it,
so I was .

But my expression seemed relatively natural.

May explained my purpose to Molly, who smiled and thanked me for my help.

The hospitable Molly warmly took my hand and led me to the kitchen, saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I've made
dinner, everyone, please eat first!" On the table was a thick layer of cheese lasagna, half a roast chicken dripping with oil, and
a dozen beers fresh from the refrigerator. Foreigners really don't seem to care about gaining weight!

Ugh~ But I still enjoyed my meal.

The house was really small, just one floor and a basement.

The basement had a small bar with a liquor cabinet inside, but it was only filled with cases of
beer .

In the middle was a pool table, along with sound equipment and a lot of exercise equipment.

No wonder May was so fit and strong.

There were three rooms on the first floor: a study filled with books and photo albums on music and dance; a room
that should have been a guest room, but it was cluttered with a bunch of unkempt items; and the last room, of course, was the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was enormous, featuring a knee-sized bed upholstered in a pink, lace-trimmed
mattress—

apparently arranged according to Molly's tastes.

There was no partition between the bathroom and master bedroom, but thick purple curtains could be drawn. The
bathroom boasted a four-seater jacuzzi, a shower, and an oven—truly extravagant.

May mentioned the original designer had excellent taste and a keen eye for aesthetics.

This was evident in the bathroom's glass roof,
surrounded by dense forest.

Being in the suburbs with minimal light pollution, the starlight created a romantic atmosphere.

After dinner, we moved to the living room, which also featured floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking another dense forest
. In fact, besides these three houses, there were no other neighbors—perfect for a party.

May, emphasizing ambiance, lit numerous candles and essential oils without turning on the lights, and played Indian-style
music .

He slowly removed his clothes in front of me, while Molly watched.
May, swaying to the music, slowly recited his poem.

Watching his dance, I hurriedly picked up a calligraphy brush and began writing bold cursive script in the dim candlelight.
To my astonishment, halfway through the recitation, Molly also removed his only garment, a thin veil, and the two
intertwined.

Indeed, the poem described their interaction.

It seemed they were both professional dancers, striking various dramatic and beautiful poses. May
's slightly deep, husky voice was unexpectedly incredibly sexy.

The provocative poses, the provocative verses, the rose essential oil in the air teasing desire
, all contributed to an intensely seductive atmosphere.

However, as a professional, I did my best to complete my task.

I wrote quickly with the brush, and when May looked at my work, he was very satisfied.

Perhaps because they were hot after dancing, the two of them started drinking beer without even bothering to put on their clothes, and
I, feeling a little awkward, had no choice but to drink with them.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that I rarely have the opportunity to create sculptures of intertwined figures because regular school courses can't
afford the salaries of two models.

My favorite Rodin sculpture is called "The Kiss," where the intertwined couple exudes love and sensuality.

Especially since their relationship is so strong, I'm sure I could capture that feeling, except May and Molly
are a lesbian.

So I asked May and Molly if they would like to be my models so I could draw some sketches
to take back for sculpture.

They both readily agreed.

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.

Although my breasts aren't as large as Molly's, I'm still a C-cup, so I confidently let my white breasts bounce out of
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 ."

His wild behavior really startled me.

So I told them to change positions however they wanted, 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 were French kissing and caressing 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 some cold beer, but with my low alcohol tolerance, I was already feeling dizzy.

Molly couldn't help but start moaning first. He grabbed May's head and made her lick his breasts
.

Molly's voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the moans of girls in typical foreign porn films.
From a meter away, I could clearly see the two female bodies ravishing each other. Molly's golden
pubic hair glistened with moisture, shimmering in the flickering candlelight.

Whether it was the beer or burning desire, I felt incredibly hot, and a surge of intense urge welled up inside
me .

My hand involuntarily released my paintbrush, and I stared blankly at them, while my other hand
secretly .

Clearly, my underwear was soaked.

Molly, lost in her own world, began touching herself, while May continued licking his chest.

Perhaps remembering they were supposed to be my model, they remained in an embracing position, though I had long since
stopped painting.

Suddenly, May seemed to remember something and glanced in my direction. Seeing my flushed face, she swiftly
grabbed my hand, still inside my underwear, before I could react, my fingers glistening with my vaginal fluid.

Oops, caught!

Molly climbed over to me, watching me with amusement.

May asked if I wanted to play along, but I was too shy to know what to do.

Molly was quite bold, 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 unbearably itchy, so I whispered, "I don't know,
but I really want to watch you two play."

May looked at Molly, who shrugged indifferently, and then picked me
up and carried me from the living room to 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 couldn't carry me, so I clung tightly to
May's neck.

May said knowingly, "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, telling me I could play by myself too
, but I was too shy, 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 moaned loudly, completely
ignoring my presence.

May then inserted two fingers, stirring rapidly, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out with each thrust
.

I saw Molly's whole body spasm, and I grabbed May's long fingers with both hands, forcefully pushing them towards his body
.

Her legs tightly clamped around May's arms, preventing him from moving at all.

Then May asked him: "No way! You came so quickly?" Molly looked at me: "Yeah
, because we have an audience! But just watching probably isn't enough, is it?" It seemed Molly really wanted to drag me
into this. Molly came between my legs and forcefully tore my underwear,
exposing to both of them.

Molly said: "Oh dear, all the wetness is flowing out!" He even deliberately dipped his finger in some of her vaginal fluid
and sucked on it noisily: "Hmm, Asians don't taste any different from 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 body can 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 breasts swaying in front of me.

After hearing this, he immediately grabbed my hands and began to knead his huge breasts, which were too big to be held in one hand,
while looking at May with lewd moans.

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 absolutely amazing, making me gasp and moan, my juices
flowing freely .

While licking me, May also played with Molly's vulva with his hand.

The three naked women were intertwined, the air thick with lust.

Molly buried my head between his breasts and rubbed them incessantly, almost suffocating me.

I gently bit Molly's soft breasts; so this is what it feels like to lick a woman's breasts.

So good! Molly bent my head up, his head also bending down to my chest. We
licked each other's breasts, gently biting each other's nipples. Molly bit harder, and I bit back harder
.

He bit his nipple, brushing his tongue across the sensitive tip, and I did the same.

Molly's licking felt so good that I couldn't help but release his nipple, letting out moans.
So I used my hands instead of my tongue to gently knead his large breasts, pressing so hard that my fingers dug into his plump breasts.

May pulled out his fingers, which were covered in Molly's juices, and inserted them into my vagina. Just like he had played with
Molly, he 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, incredibly, inserted three fingers
into his own wetness.

It was my first time playing with a woman's vagina, and I didn't know how to please Molly.

But Molly was quite self-satisfied, holding my hand still and
thrusting .

He shouted wildly: "Fuck me, fuck me to death~ Ahhh!"

Damn, he was incredibly horny.

His juices flowed continuously down my arm.

I could feel his vagina contracting continuously due to orgasm, squeezing my fingers so tightly they almost couldn't move.

Picking at a particularly rough, round spot, Molly screamed, "I want more! I want you to rape me hard with
your fingers !"

So, while I was using my hands on Molly, May was licking and rapidly thrusting into my vagina, bringing me
to my first orgasm.

May was surprised to find I could squirt and continued to suck on my clitoris forcefully. May and Molly
's sex style was rather rough; he constantly 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.

Molly also saw my vaginal fluid gushing out in large gushes, spraying May's face.

So Molly positioned his vagina towards my face, forming a 69 position, with him and May
licking my vagina from front and back.

Two tongues swirled beneath me, occasionally kissing. Molly even lightly bit my nipple with her teeth
—damn, it hurt!

I angrily slapped her fat buttocks hard, making them red.

With each slap, some of her juices flowed out.

This woman probably enjoyed being treated roughly.

Although I wasn't very skilled, I started licking Molly's clitoris. She began rocking her
hips back and forth, and my tongue didn't even need to move.

She moved so hard that my tongue went numb, each thrust precisely hitting Molly's
clitoris.

I started probing her clitoris with my fingers, deliberately being rough, and Molly kept moaning.

May stood up, went into the changing room, and came out with something. Upon closer inspection, it was a
penis with a monkey-shaped vibrating egg attached and a double-headed dragon penis with rings that could be attached to one person—both were enormous.

May stood with his legs spread wide, ordering Molly to lick his genitals. He pulled Molly's long hair forcefully
. May also made me stand in front of him and lick his breasts. May's breasts were
n't as big as Molly's, but they were very sensitive. He pinched and teased Molly's G-spot and bit her nipples. May, unable to bear
it any longer, pressed my head down hard.

However, May didn't moan as loudly as Molly; he just made soft moans and breathed heavily.

Then he pushed Molly and me down onto the bed, inserted one end of his double-headed penis into his vagina
, grabbed Molly and positioned her against his buttocks, and thrust his 20-centimeter penis
deep into Molly's genitals with a loud "plop," making Molly scream in agony.

Molly kept yelling at May to go faster and harder.

Curious, I lay down at the point where Molly and May were joined, sometimes licking Molly's clitoris,
sometimes licking the base of May's thighs, even using my fingers to pry open May's anus, or squeezing Molly
's large breasts hard with one hand, causing their juices to flow uncontrollably 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 lewd
sounds coming from their joined bodies.

Molly, seemingly out of her mind, licked my vulva wildly, repeatedly thrusting her tongue into
my vagina.

Every time May thrust forward, Molly would simultaneously sway her body and violently respond backward,
both of them moaning lewdly at the same time.

My hands also couldn't help but rub my own breasts, moaning loudly, while Molly picked up another
dildo with a vibrating egg and tried to insert it into me.

A little terrified, I said, "No! It's so big!" Molly didn't care and forcefully
thrust it in. Ahhhhhh, my wet little hole quickly swallowed the dildo whole. Molly
kept pulling at my labia and rubbing it against the vibrator.

The vibrator, turned on, rotated inside me, the vibrating egg at the tip vibrating precisely on my clitoris.

Molly was driven wild with pleasure by May's powerful thrusts, making
sounds , yet she still gripped the vibrator tightly and thrust into my body relentlessly. Each time, she quickly thrust all the way in and then slowly pulled out, each time hitting my cervix

perfectly . 　　The rotating head of her penis constantly stimulated my G-spot, and Molly frantically bit and sucked at my labia, driving me almost crazy. 　　Suddenly, Molly seemed to reach her climax, letting out a piercing scream. Her hand weakly released the dildo from my vagina. My clitoris, constantly stimulated by the vibrating egg, caused my entire vagina to spasm, forcefully pushing the large penis out. 　　Molly was also covered in my vaginal fluid; she couldn't open her eyes, and tears still clung to her long eyelashes.

Water droplets covered my face.

I was half-conscious, panting heavily 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 , and began French kissing me. May squeezed my left breast, Molly
squeezed my right breast, and 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, to my
disbelief , squeezed into my vagina and stirred incessantly. My vagina, already
red and swollen from the previous penetration, was now being roughly handled by Molly's hands; it hurt so much, but my vaginal fluids continued
to flow.

May's right hand played with my clitoris.

Molly clamped her legs together on the electric vibrator, the vibrating egg stimulating her clitoris while the dildo rotated inside
. She also inserted a hand into my vagina, pressing my G-spot.

My vagina felt so good, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment. The two of them were fucking me so good I felt like I was dying.

I was on the verge of collapse, but they wouldn't stop. Then my whole body tensed, and a gush of hot fluid spurted out
forcefully , some even landing on my face. I tasted it on my lips; it was indeed very faint.

May and Molly reacted in unison, frantically
licking my vulva with their tongues, drinking up every last drop of fluid.

They seemed unsatisfied, but I was exhausted and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone licking me from below. I barely opened my eyes and saw Molly
lying beside me like a dead fish. I knew it was May.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, this time May licked my swollen little hole so gently, making me wet again despite my exhaustion
.

May crawled up to my ear and said he loved watching me squirt. He 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 put me in the jacuzzi and turned on the hot water and
soap. I looked out at the snowflakes falling from the sky and the starlight that grew brighter as the weather got colder.
I could feel the cold outside through the glass.

May wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kneading my breasts and genitals, spreading my labia so the water jets
would hit my pussy directly.

It felt like masturbating with a showerhead, but the water pressure was several times greater.

I rested my head on May's shoulder and moaned.

May took out a double-headed vibrator, inserting it into his hole while lifting my buttocks off his lap and inserting
it into my wet hole from behind, starting to thrust.

His penis, thicker than any of the guys I've ever slept with, slid in smoothly into the full bathtub.

May lifted my thighs with both hands to stand up, making me grip the wall railing and expose my genitals
to the glass.

Reflected in the glass, I could vaguely see May using a double-headed dildo on me, and my lewd
expression.

May's stamina was amazing; he vigorously thrust my body up and down, making each thrust incredibly deep
, until my vagina went numb. It was strange that he could stand so steadily while being penetrated himself. I
was already moaning and climaxing repeatedly.

May said he'd wanted to do that for a long time, but Molly was too heavy for him to do
.

However, as he said this, May was also a little out of breath, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. We rinsed off and
went back to the big bed, and the three of us fell asleep on it.

When I woke up, no one was in bed. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and 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 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, since May was her boyfriend.

I quickly apologized.

He actually said, "Then I'll do it with you one more time while May isn't here."

Although Molly was the woman of the two, she was no smaller than May. May was slender and athletic, while Molly was
voluptuous and sexy.

My head only reached Molly's chin.

He pushed me back to the master bedroom, kneading my breasts as he went.

Entering the dressing room where May had gone to get the vibrator yesterday, I discovered a corner filled with all sorts
of sex toys.

He asked if I'd used them. I hadn't even seen many of them, let alone used them.

I was curious. I'd heard that many lesbians dislike penetration or reject sex toys, preferring
dildos and finding a real man to masturbate.

Why did May and Molly like using sex toys so much? I asked Molly my
question .

Molly turned out to be bisexual. In his words, the human soul has no gender distinction
. He loved May not because she was a woman, nor because she wasn't a man.

Simply put, he liked May as a person and enjoyed dancing with her.

But she also liked the feeling of her vagina being fully filled, something a woman's delicate hands couldn't achieve.

So May bought many sex toys for Molly, and gradually they both got used to using them
.

In particular, May's use of a dildo gave him a sense of male domination over women. Because May was
a definite ts (top), while he didn't reject the dildo itself, he preferred watching Molly
orgasm.

Liking a vibrator and liking men are different, even though vibrators are often made to resemble male symbols
.

Molly pointed to a squatting dildo on the ground and told me it was fun.

He applied some lubricant to his penis and told me to sit on it. It was basically like
rocking on top of a man, except this squatting-style penis had a vibrator at the tip and could bend freely.

I sat down heavily and slowly lifted it up, realizing this technique could truly send a woman to heaven.
The glans of the dildo was huge; each time it withdrew, it pushed my vaginal walls outwards, even opening my labia
. The hardest part was that when I was close to orgasm, I didn't have the strength to move myself, especially since I was already
exhausted . But if I didn't move, the vibrator would frantically tease my clitoris. Ugh, it was so hard
!

I was drenched in sweat, so Molly grabbed my breasts from behind and helped me move up and down,
stimulating my nipples and licking my earlobes.

Molly said to me, "It's fun with girls, isn't it? Girls can play and play until they
can't take it anymore."

And your skin is so delicate and smooth, it feels so different from the skin of white people, it feels so good to touch!
Your vagina is so tight, yesterday I almost couldn't move with three fingers, you must have felt both pain and pleasure! Your
body is so sensitive, look, you tremble when I pinch your nipple!
The feeling of being teased by a girl with words made me extremely excited, and I reached my climax in an instant. Molly pulled me up and then deliberately
threw me down hard.

Molly pulled my hair back, so my face was facing upwards towards the inside of his spread thighs
, and he sat on my face with his wet vulva.

Because part of Molly's body weight was pressing on my face, I was unable
to move under Molly's pressure, and could only let my vagina be repeatedly violated by the dildo and vibrator.

Molly grabbed my head and shook it roughly, still unable to find his clitoris. My nose
was already embedded in his vaginal opening, making my face wet.

He kept telling me to eat his vaginal fluid.

So I licked and sucked, gently biting Molly's clitoris.

Suddenly, Molly clamped my head between his legs and let out a cry as he reached orgasm.

I was a little breathless from his suffocation.

After Molly came to his senses, he suddenly pulled me away from his squatting position, and
my vagina gushed out with its excess fluid.

Molly said, "Wow! That was great! I enjoyed it so much yesterday, I didn't even see it clearly, it was so much fun!" Then
he pulled me to take a shower and change clothes.

Molly suddenly became very serious and said, "Neither May nor I have tried a threesome before. Yesterday's
atmosphere was just amazing, and you were so cute. May and I both
felt ! We hope your artistic creations will be inspired by us.

" After a while, May returned. It turned out that May had used my calligraphy from yesterday to make a slideshow
.

After returning, he and Molly rehearsed again, this time adding the slideshow made from my calligraphy,
accompanied by Indian-style music. With May and Molly moving naked, it showed
the harmonious blend of East and West, exuding a mysterious sense of sex.

It was fantastic! May originally wanted me to stay another day so we could go to the poetry reading together tomorrow.

However, I asked him to take me home, firstly because I didn't bring enough changes of clothes, and secondly because I had something to do on Sunday.

But the deeper reason was that I was afraid of being drained dry 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 brothel.

So May took me home.

Later, he even sent me a videotape of the poetry reading, and
judging , May's poems were very popular.

It didn't turn into the brothel I had imagined; it seems I was overthinking it.

More than a month later, one day after class, May told me that he and Molly had saved enough money
to go to New York to study authentic 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 embracing and entwined in love.

He was very moved and gently kissed my forehead, saying: "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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