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Two-Zero

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Cindy: ‘Hey! Don’t snatch!’

My jeans were off in a battle of the two ladies, and I was still underwear-less. Sarah pushed Cindy away before she could lay her mouth on my cock and took the lead by going down on me, gagging noisily as she tried to go as deep as she could.

I was helplessly weak from the alcohol and kept groaning to her deep strokes, legs shaking non-stop from my sensitive prick. Cindy caught up with her quickly with her passionate French kiss, exchanging saliva while my voice went into her lips.

After a few minutes of the heated ‘exchange’, the girls removed everything but their panties, both looking so sexy in their choice of laced underwear. Cindy’s face was full of jealousy when she saw the open crotch design clinging onto Sarah’s waist. They swapped places to compare their skills and I was so sure they excelled in their own areas when it comes to their tongues.

One was sensual, and the other was mind-blowing. If only they both worked together.

Me (shouting): ‘Hey hey! I’m not your sex toy k? Can you two be nicer to each other?’
Cindy: ‘Haha. So you think we are really fighting?’

Sarah stopped with her kisses and went to my dick as well, taking turns to share the organic toothbrush. My mind simply went numb to their joint attacks and had to be guided to their pussies while they continued sucking.

Sarah: ‘You first?’
Cindy: ‘You first. I had him earlier.’

So, I WAS still a sex toy to them. Sarah mounted over my hips and slammed her pussy down on me, shocking me into louder groans. The volume of the sex happening was quickly silenced when Cindy sat over my mouth, forcing me to express my ecstasy with tongue action. Sucking and flicking her clit continuously, she almost suffocated me when she let herself go too far.

Sarah’s seductive cute moans comforted me as pleasure shot through my spine, transforming into the vigorous licking under Cindy. If I was thirsty when this started, I was long quenched then. The girls exchanged places after a while and it was another few minutes of female dominated sex, until I was so close to blowing my load.

In an upward thrust, I flung Cindy onto the bed and they knew what my worries were. The two of them took up missionary style with the quieter Sarah under, and I parked my meat into Cindy. Ramming deep into her, the girls voices made the room so happening.

Me: ‘Cindy.. I can’t hold it in anymore.. ‘
Cindy (whispering): ‘how?’
Sarah (whispering): ‘i’ll get him later.’

Having long past the delay of the second shot (of the day), I was given the thumbs up by Sarah under Cindy. Releasing the beast within, I hammered for a measly few times before I buckled under the orgasm, spurting the unknown amount of cum into Cindy waves after waves. My spirit momentarily left my body when I came, dropping me like a dried leaf on the bed.

Sarah: ‘Poor boy. Are you okay?’
Me (panting): ‘Still alive.’

She flipped me flat on my back before kneeling in 69, Cindy sitting listlessly after she rubbed herself to orgasm after I came. This time, the limelight were on Sarah and I, as I ‘owe’ her a shot. I couldn’t be more ashamed of how sensitive I was when she did CPR on my little one, sending me into agonising wails while trying to suck me ‘up’. To make up for my guilt, I put in extra effort into licking her, though her squeals were never be able to make me feel any better.

Cindy: ‘Oh my god.. ‘

I could barely feel my dick when she exclaimed to herself. All I knew was that Sarah was running her lips down my shaft, and it felt longer. She kept working her mouth till I was grunting again, and we locked arms for a time-out kiss.

Sarah (whispering): ‘I want you inside me in doggy, just like that night.’

She pulled me up like a baby and my charged up mood was ready for her. Forcefully realigning her hips at the right height, I grabbed her waist and slammed her pussy over my cock, still growing thicker as we started. Changing my grip to her shoulders, I yanked her down on me with every thrust, sending my tip right to her abyss that caused her to scream.

Pumping like bunnies, her confused arms just kept switching objects to grab. Her chest was firmly planted on the bed as I went Hulk mode, hammering her like never before. Her tight pussy had no effect on my overused cock but he did not let me down either. Standing tall with pride, I shoved my way into her unwilling body.

Sarah (screaming): ‘You’re tearing me up! Stop stop! Please.. ‘

When she tried to break free, I pinned her sideways on the bed and packed her knees to her chest, before resuming my acts of no mercy. Her vagina had gotten so hot, and it was returning the pleasure Cindy sucked out of me.

Me (groaning): ‘Just a bit more!’

I rolled her on her back and thrust my hips really hard, putting it into the ‘abuse’ category if not for her state of nakedness in the room. My dick raped the life out of her and sent her into a trance, scaring Cindy with her paranormal murmurs.

Me (shouting): ‘Fuck!’

I jammed my cock in long, delayed strokes to force every drop of my cum out, and into the over-confident girl. By the time I was done, I was really done. None of us could move after the threesome and we dozed off right till morning.

Our driver had informed the hotel to wake us up at 8am, giving us a few hours before our boarding time. For the third day, we were closer than before, going about doing our last round of shopping before heading home. On the journey to the terminal, the driver professionally gave us our own space, to fondle and make out till we reached the jetty.

Driver: ‘See you all soon! Bye!’

On the dreadful way back, we exchanged numbers and photos, promising to meet up again. Since then, the two girls have never given me more than two days off in a week. Don’t I just love being a sex toy (pun intended)?

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Cindy (shouting): ‘GOOD MORNING SLEEPY HEAD!’
Me: ‘Whatttt? How did you get in?’
Cindy: ‘Orh hor! Someone is having morning wood.’
Me: ‘Cocks rise and shine earlier luh.’
Cindy: ‘The cleaning auntie let me in de. Not my fault. Let’s go for a massage together?’

The morning ‘alarm’ kept me uptight throughout my preparation for the day, until we wre at the lobby where Sarah waited.

Sarah: ‘Ready? Let’s go!’

The perky voice was completely unlike yesterday, but I figured it was a good thing for her too. We went for the traditional Indonesian breakfast consisting of rice, eggs and veggies, served in nice chinaware just to rip a few more thousand rupiahs from tourists.

Our driver brought us to a massage place well known for their bone-cracking wonders, naturally ‘clean’ since there were girls following me. We took two different packages between the three of us and fixed a time for pick up. All of us were led into a huge room, divided into one large and one small section separated by curtains.

Staff: ‘Cindy, J, inside here please. Sarah, here.’

As if it was normal for them to host very opened guests, Cindy was fine with stripping down to her lingerie, and I had to find a corner to change into the shorts they provided. Well, I couldn’t wear the wet underwear from the swim last night right?

Cindy (whispering): ‘Eh. Why didn’t you wear underwear?’
Me: ‘I went swimming last night?’
Cindy: ‘With Sarah? Did anything happen?’

The wink she gave felt like a double-edged sword. I couldn’t tell if she already knew or if Sarah kept things under wraps. For safety’s sake, I whispered ‘nothing’ to her before our masseurs came and loosened our joints.

Apart from laughing to each others’ groans, the two of us were actually stripped naked while lying on our chests. The oil massage next really worked my muscles well, so well that I didn’t catch the masseurs leaving.

When I felt a soft pair of boobs touching my back, did I jolt awake in shock. All Cindy showed me was a finger over her lips, and a few other hand signs to tell me she asked them to leave with some money. I was made to flip over and she did a thorough job wiping the oil off my cock, not that anywhere else mattered.

Needless to say, I was hard as rock from her touching and she wheeled her bed next to mine, climbing onto it in doggy before she lowered her head over my cock. With ample space to reach between her legs, I stroked her clit as my lips were pressed tightly together. Her mouth, was drawing air out of my lungs with every deeper reach, and she was slippery down there with oil.

The blowjob lasted five minutes and it was apparent to me when she laid on her back on her own bed. I crawled over the dangerous pieces of furniture (on wheels) to her and let my hips down to her groin. The grinning, lip biting expression really threw me off my feet, especially when she gasped on my entry.

Not as tight, but definitely soft, like cotton soft. I began moving my waist to ram those small cameltoe apart, and felt the most unbelievable sexual relief on my fierce tool. Why so worked up?, those were the only thoughts when I slammed into her swiftly, trying to understand the huge contrast in our biological structure.

Her thin legs went around my hips as I moved faster, summoning more violent shivers (compared to Sarah) to the orgasms that was plunging my dick into desperation. The tighter she got, the longer my stamina went. It didn’t take me long to appreciate the sturdiness of the massage bed as I mercilessly pounded her pussy, almost causing her to scream at certain points.

I knew what she was trying to say when her head shook left and right, in small but quick movements. I grabbed both her boobs and kneaded them hard, ready to cum after I burn my last bit of energy. Our oily bodies slid against each other as I rocked back and forth, sensing her vagina ready to give up anytime.

Me (whispering): ‘where?’
Cindy (whispering): ‘inside.. ‘

Her hands on my back barely stayed still as I arched my hip into her, panting as forceful as my cum that jettisoned out of my shaft. The soft vaginal walls milked me for every drop’s worth and we couldn’t move after the act.

Our curtains whined ajar after a while and the massage ladies were kind enough to help us get off their beds. They have probably seen worse stuff in this same room. With towels around our bodies, the three of us took our showers before driven back to our hotel.

Tired (for Cindy and I) and well rested (for Sarah), room service was all we were capable of ordering. That night, we drank and watched TV over dinner, ready to ‘ton’ the night before we head home next morning.

Sarah: ‘Why don’t you crash here tonight? We’re not sleeping right?’
Me: ‘I’m fine if you girls are.’
Cindy: ‘Of course! We are two-nights stands buddies ma.’

Stomachs filled and lethargic, the girls playfully cuddled with me in the middle, and the alcohol effect suddenly activated.

Cindy: ‘Sarah, did you do anything with J in the pool?’
Sarah: ‘No.. why did you ask?’
Cindy: ‘Cause I saw your thongs in his room! Don’t think I don’t know.’
Sarah: ‘Fine.. we had sex in the pool.’
Cindy: ‘And we did it in the massage room. One one each.’

A hand went over my jeans and the crackle of the zip was an unmistakable hint.

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One-Zero

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Just as I almost dozed off in the ferry headed for Batam, a hand next to me woke me up. The girls, one in a black dress and the other in t-shirt and shorts, looked at me with much eagerness.

Girl: ‘Are you Singaporean?’
Me: ‘Yeah. What can I do for you?’
Girl: ‘Oh! Same here. We are just wondering if you can accompany us for our short vacation there. Have you made any plans? Like meeting your friends there or anything?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’m going there alone, for about 2 nights? Haven’t made any plans yet.’

I could spot the excited hand of her friend nudging her legs, and the t-shirt girl continued telling me about their 2-night stay there, which consisted of mostly shopping and some relaxed activities. Since I was going there for similar reasons, the three of us decided to stick together throughout.

Cindy, the girl who spoke to me, was the adventurous type that didn’t think much about trying new things or speaking to strangers, making her a little scary with her enthusiasm. Sarah, on the other hand, was a quiet person whom followed Cindy around, cool and composed at the emotional level. They both had similar figure, skinny waist and curvy hips for the average trendy twenty plus year olds.

Upon arrival, the second time visitor, which was me, led the way to the pick up area where my driver brought us to a higher class hotel. The girls were cool about paying for the expenses and we bunked in two separate rooms, right next to each other. They dashed into my room after they placed their stuff and hurried me to bring them out.

For the rest of the day, I sat at the only cafe I know of while they shopped and did their sprees, brandishing their prettified nails, permed hair, revitalised skin (which I can’t tell any difference), along with bags of clothes. We went for a sumptuous seafood dinner recommended by our driver before heading back to the hotel, where Sarah popped into my room after a while.

Sarah: ‘Do you want to go for a swim?’
Me: ‘I didn’t bring my trunks.’
Sarah: ‘Just swim in your underwear?’

The first burst of laughter came from her and the relaxed side of her finally appeared before me. I replied a ‘fine’ to her and followed her to the pool, empty except for the guy working in the small, quarter-island bar. We bought a cocktail each and I entered the pool first.

The only salvation of wetting my only underwear would be the sight of her stripping her dress off, revealing a set of bikini that exposed the rims of her boobs. After I helped her into the chilly pool, she never let go due to her slight fear of water.

Sarah: ‘I’m very lousy right? Appearing so strong until I touch water.’
Me: ‘It’s alright uh. No one is rushing you here.’

My fingers were crushed together when she tried to wade around, finally settling for a corner where we unknowingly went into. Swimming up to me, the touch of her soft skin went around my neck, and she clung onto me like a baby ape.

Sarah (whispering): ‘are you getting hard?’
Me: ‘Duh. Look where you are grinding on.’

She gave a giggle and made me hug her with a gap between us, freeing her hands that shocked me by wrestling my cock out from the urinal-access gap.

Me: ‘Hey! I don’t want that.’
Sarah: ‘Why not? You got hard to me. That shows that you’re not gay right?’
Me: ‘I didn’t agree to join you girls to get this.’
Sarah (whispering): ‘But what if we asked you to join because of this?’

I couldn’t let the hydrophobic girl drop into the water and only moaned when she fondled my cock, thick and hard from her teasing. Her bottoms faded deeper into the pool after she undid the knot, to place her pussy right under my shaft.

Sarah (gasping): ‘Fuck.. I’m already so wet.’

Still hanging on to her waist, she did all the work of descending over my dick, followed by a mesmerising embrace that I would never forget as part of my pool experience. We locked our lips and dived for a moment, letting our free-moving bodies shift my cock around inside her.

In our little corner, the resistance of the water slowed my thrusts enough to her tempo, pumping her pussy with heat and vigour until she came. The lights around us went off suddenly and the bartender gave a ‘high five’ signal to me. Sarah did not look nor ask anything about that and we just continued frolicking.

Me: ‘Can you go to the daybed? Cover yourself up with the towel.’
Sarah: ‘Mmm-hmm~’

I let her step on my palm and lifted her, catching a glimpse of her waxed pussy from under. I then fished her thongs out of the pool and went behind her, duplicating an upright-kneel position before sitting down on my calves. She fitted snuggly well on my lap, and she rested her hands on the mattress for balance.

Me (whispering): ‘Ready?’
Sarah: ‘Hurry up!’

The white towel on her thighs slid off as I thrust wildly at her rear, unleashing an attack that would warm both of us up. Slowly, we went into doggy style for a deeper penetration, and her moans were barely audible in the rustling of the foliage above our heads. Everything was so beautiful then, fucking right out in the open under the starry sky

Sarah was as wet as she needed to be and there was no shortage of cute, tiny trembles from her sensitive pussy. All I could felt was her getting tighter, and my hips losing control.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m going to cum!’
Sarah (moaning): ‘Me too! Go all the way for me!’

Our loud gasps of air echoed in the silence of the night and we climaxed together, groaning in sync to the explosion that we both felt inside her. My cum pumped relentlessly into her contracting vagina, filling her up with such intensity that made her quiet instantly.

Picking her up by her boobs, our wet bodies touched as we kissed again, imprinting the most awesome sensation deep into our minds. When we were completely drained, she lifted her ass off me and leaned forward, to feel the cum that was leaking out of her.

Sarah: ‘I think I might get pregnant even with birth control. See how much you came!’
Me: ‘Shhh!’

I tucked my cock back to where it should be and crumpled her thongs in my hand. Walking back to our rooms with towels around our waists (and clothes in our arms), I could hear excited screams coming from her room.

Wait! Her thongs!

Whatever the case may be, it was impossible to return it to her right then. After exchanging goodnight wishes, I went to bed first, though it was hard falling asleep to their noisy chattering.

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Cynthia: ‘So, can you solve it?’

His middle finger was pushed between her partially spread legs and into her clit, labia completely wet to its core. She was unhesitant about reaching to his zip and wriggling his cock out of his underwear, still sticky and wet from her mum’s saliva-lubricant mix.

Even though he just came, the little head grew up fast in her twisting hand, unsure of the right way to fondle the sensitive prick. Perhaps that was her way of telling him how much she liked him, and had accepted him in the most intimate level.

Sam (whispering): ‘Move up and down. At my speed.’

He rubbed her clit vertically and she reacted to his guidance, sending blood up his manhood that was a little numb from earlier. She proceeded to lie over his lap and gave his shaft a lick, also inexperienced to the art of giving blowjobs. After making a few trips up and down his cock, she sucked on the tip like a baby before moving her lips down to the halfway mark. That was about all she could contain in her maturing jaws.

Placing his hand on her forehead, he lifted her up and let gravity pulled her down, accidentally pushing himself to the edge by touching the back of her throat. Her tongue was motionless in the right spot, and there was no turning back once she got a hold on his tempo.

Sam (moaning): ‘Stop stop. That’s enough for tonight Cindy.’
Cynthia: ‘Cindy? Hehe. I like my new name.’

He pulled his underwear over his tool and asked her to sit on his lap, with her feet on the table. Setting his phone up in self-portrait-video mode, her pussy and his figure behind her was accurately captured in the frame. For the first time, Cynthia watched his strong fingers rub on her clit at high speed, sending random twitches across her legs and kept her toes curled throughout.

Her virgin orgasm with external help came in just a over a minute since he started, and his elbows kept her chest movements visible for her. A thick coat of juices had made webs on his fingers, something that made Cynthia felt dirty then.

Cynthia (panting): ‘Does yours look the same too?’
Sam: ‘Yeah. Probably.’

She dismounted him to get to her bed, and asked politely for him to sit at the edge. She kneeled on the floor in front of him and took his dick out again, this time stroking his shaft from top to bottom. With both her hands pumping the full length, her mouth at the tip only amplified the sensation which he was shaking violently to.

As he had long recovered from his previous ejaculation, the combined attack of her relentless handjob and tempting lips easily pushed him over the edge. Just when he was about to cum, he held her hair and poked the tip into her lips, before his hips trembled to unleash his second wave.

The lost girl started swallowed as he came and by the time he was done, there was no signs of their forbidden acts. Cynthia took a few gulps of her packet papaya milk and handed him to finish the rest. While he wore his pants back, she slipped on a pair of boyshorts as well.

Sam: ‘This is the working. You just need to calculate yourself.’
Cynthia: ‘Wow! So fast?!’

He patted her head and went out of her room, closing it like how he did for Qing. Leaving their house in smiles and worry, Cynthia did not take long to Whatsapp him about her take on keeping secrets.

Cynthia (Whatsapp): ‘My mum never had a guy over before. And I can tell she really likes you. From what I know, she never done any specials for any man during her last job. Marry her k papa? ;) Buy one get one free! xoxo!’

His heart sank with bliss and comfort knowing how sensible she was, and there was no one better than Qing’s own daughter to tell him about the lady he was infatuated with. To have both girls in the same house, without any serious repercussions if he were to fuck them, what else could he ask for?

Sam (Whatsapp): ‘Tuition tomorrow?’
Cynthia (Whatsapp): ‘Blk 252. I end school at 3pm. Let’s finish my homework before we go home. Goodnight!’

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Sam: ‘我是Ah Sam.’
Translation: I am Ah Sam.

Qing: ‘哦！进来进来。饭快煮好了。’
Translation: Oh! Come in come in. Dinner is almost ready.

Their acquaintance came about from the Nearby function in the WeChat app, exchanging days of introduction before she invited him to her place for dinner. The sight of her daughter, who was at secondary three, did bother him a little, but the more important person than the girl from Qing’s previous relationship, was the single mum from PRC, whom he had very good chemistry with.

After a few minutes of watching the TV, he turned his attention to her girl, who coincidentally asked her mum to help her with homework, only to be hushed away by the lack of knowledge in her subjects. Sam took the chance and coached her, giving him an express path to create a bond with the teenager, greatly relieving her worry about handing in her homework in time.

Cynthia: ‘Thanks uncle Sam.’
Sam: ‘Just call me Sam. You’re a clever girl Cynthia.’

The alluring aroma of food whiffed up their noses and the three of them ate heartily, sharing more details of each other which they shot down in giggles. Even though Cynthia was more ‘Singaporean’ than her mum, their closeness did Sam a great favour. Better relations meant less problems right?

Cynthia: ‘Mummy. I go wash the dishes.’
Qing: ‘废话。今天是你啊！’
Translation: Of course! It’s your turn today!

Giggles came from them again and the slender, MILFy lady led him into her bedroom, reminding him about his joke about getting a massage from her. Ever since Cynthia started secondary school, she switched to a more humble job in a hawker stall, giving up her massage skills she learnt back in China. As Sam understood that everyone has a past, he trusted his heart to give her a chance to complete her family again.

Stripping his shirt off for him, she made him lie chest down on her bed and switched the lights off. Leaving the night light on to improve the ambience, Sam couldn’t help but recall the rare visits to massage parlours to ease his tensed ‘muscles’.

Working her nimble fingers and elbows down his back, every forsaken muscles started to feel alive again. It didn’t take her long to pull his shorts down, and knead those stiff calves to softness. Soon, his boxers were hanging at his feet, and her naughty fingernails were teasing his sensitive ass cheeks.

Cynthia: ‘Mummy, Sam wants cake?’
Qing (shouting): ‘喂！关门出去！’
Translation: Hey! Close the door and get out!

Sam kept still on the bed to not worsen their apparent connection, but was slightly turned off by the intrusion. Qing quickly took control of the situation again and revived his erection, that was poking against the bed uncomfortably. She only needed to pat on his hip twice to get him to flip over, and the rising stick made her more excited.

Qing (whispering): ‘你今天要吗？或是找一天Cynthia不在家再做？’
Translation: Do you want to do it today or another when Cynthia isn’t home?
Sam: ‘Do you want to? I’m fine with either.’

The door opposite her room slammed loudly and that was the cue that they would be less audible if anything were to happen. Qing shook her head with a grin and pumped some clear liquid onto her palm, grabbing his penis gently. She only spent less than five minutes jerking him off before she felt the size increase, and her knees went over his legs.

Qing: ‘你多久没有做了？’
Translation: How long since you last did it?
Sam: ‘About two years.’
Qing (whispering): ‘我就快三年了。’
Translation: Almost three years for me now.

She placed her hand over his eyes before he felt her mouth going over his dick, filling her lips perfectly with his girth. Her tongue just stayed under his shaft and glided along with her head movements, going up and down to clean the lubricant off. Once she was satisfied and grew impatient at his lack of initiative, the condom went over his cock in a rushed manner.

Qing stood over his body and lowered herself to squat over his dick, devouring it with her abalone that had loose labia. The sudden grip on her wrists told her more than how he felt when he groaned deeply, breaking a smile across her stern face.

Qing: ‘Good?’
Sam: ‘It is. Let me do the work.’

The couple took some time to switch to a missionary stance, and he was pumping at her once she had her feet behind him. The 37 year old lady suddenly appeared like 19, moaning sensually under his rocking body. The youthful vigour returned to him like travelling back in time, and the whole room was filled with sexy noises coming from their touching hips.

In the other room, Cynthia was listening at her door, to the intense sex her mum was having with her temporary-teacher. Slowly getting wetter, she slipped her hand under her oversized t-shirt and fingered herself, keeping as quiet as she could.

Qing (moaning): ‘我们换个姿势吧。’
Translation: Let’s change positions.

He got on his feet to let her roll over, and sat on top of her smooth butt. Lying parallel to her slim waist, his legs spread wide to stick his cock into her tight hole, only to experience a new level of pressure on his eager rod. Jerking his groin faster than before, her fleshy ass provided enough cushioning to let him go all out. Changing to a top-down hammer mode, the different angle made her scream loudly into the pillows.

Qing (muffled screaming): ‘我快不行了。来了！来了！’
Translation: I can’t take it anymore. I’m cumming!’
Sam (groaning): ‘我也是！啊… !’
Translation: Me too! Arghh!’

Their extended groans lasted long way past his eruption into the World’s Thinnest Condom, pumping his body a few times against the lady trembling in orgasm. He stayed inside her till she recovered her senses, and turned to one side to roll him onto her bed.

Qing (panting): ‘I can’t move anymore.. ‘

Her first English sentence wasn’t China-Chinese at all. In fact, the Japanese-like accent smoothered his heart and he had to ask her to speak English from then on. How lucky was he to meet someone from afar that had a tone similar to the JAV he occasionally watched?

Sam: ‘You’re really tight.. ‘
Qing: ‘I know. And you are bigger than my last husband.’

He tucked her into bed right there and then, excusing himself to leave on his own. Happy with his potential partner for life, he closed the bedroom door and turned around to see Cynthia in her long shirt.

Cynthia: ‘Before you go, can you help me with one last question?’
Sam: ‘Yeah. Make sure to hand in your homework on time k?’

He was shown to a folding chair next to her study table and caught her shirt hiking up her legs when she sat down. Her hand bravely landed on his thigh when she pointed her unsolved equation to him, throwing him into a confusion about that strong hint.

As he computed the workings of the question in his mind, she pulled her collar to her mouth, an innocent move that exposed her shaved clit to him. No one, no one could have missed that sight especially from where he was seated.

When she took the pencil out of his left writing hand and brought it to her Y-shaped groin, he knew she was onto something unmistakable.

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