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Which outfit the best?

Dream Threesome Adventure With Zai & Falisha.

zai texted me first.
can you help me carry some stuff up to my dorm real quick

i met her downstairs by the elevators. she was in that soft beige hijab again, black top, light jeans, looking soft and put together like always. we stepped into the empty lift and she hit the button for her floor. then the doors opened again and a whole group of people pushed in. suddenly we were packed tight.

she had no choice but to back up against me. her ass pressed right into my crotch as more bodies filled the space. i felt her shift once, then again, deliberately grinding back just enough to feel me start hardening against her. her hand slipped behind her back, fingers brushing over the growing bulge in my jeans, teasing along the shape of it while everyone else stared at their phones. she kept her face calm, like nothing was happening, but her fingers kept moving, light and mean. by the time the lift stopped on her floor i was fully hard and aching.

we got out. the hallway was empty. she looked back at me once with that small knowing smile and unlocked her door.

inside the dorm room it was quiet. just the two of us. she set her bag down and turned, already reaching for my belt.

“you got hard so fast,” she said, voice low. “felt it the whole way up.”

i pushed her back onto the bed and she went willingly. the hijab stayed on as she sank to her knees between my legs. her mouth opened wet and eager. she took my cock in deep right away, spit already running down the shaft, making those messy sounds. i held the back of her head through the fabric and fucked her face a little, watching her eyes water. she pulled off just long enough to slap my dick across her shiny lips a few times before sucking me back in, then dropped lower to suck my balls while her hand stroked the spit-slick length. the braces on her teeth scraped lightly when she took me deep again and that tiny drag made my hips jerk.

i came hard down her throat. she swallowed most of it but let some spill over her bottom lip, dripping onto her chin.

that was when the knock came.

three sharp taps.

zai wiped her mouth and opened the door. falisha slipped in wearing her black hijab and plaid shirt, eyes going wide when she saw us. my cock still wet and twitching, zai’s lips swollen.

falisha locked the door.

zai pulled her best friend in by the wrist and kissed her right there, slow and deep, letting falisha taste what was left of my cum. then both of them were on their knees in front of me again. falisha took me into her mouth next, hotter and greedier, while zai sucked on my balls. they traded off, spit stretching between their lips, both of them looking up at me with those hijabs still neat around their faces.

i grabbed falisha’s head and fucked her mouth until she gagged, then pulled out and smacked my cock across both their lips, leaving shiny streaks. zai opened wide and i came again, this time across her tongue and braces. she showed it to falisha before they kissed messy, sharing it.

after that i pushed them both onto the bed. aggressive. this was my dream and i was done being patient. i stripped zai’s jeans off and shoved her thighs apart, burying my face between them while falisha straddled my face for a second just to grind on my mouth. then i flipped zai onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and sank into her from behind in one hard thrust. the beige hijab was still on. i fucked her deep and rough, one hand fisted in the fabric at the back of her head, using it like a handle. she moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet every thrust.

falisha crawled in front of her and fed zai her fingers while i pounded into her. then they switched. i pulled out of zai and pushed into falisha the same way, hard and deep, her black hijab still perfectly in place at first. i held both of them down by the backs of their necks, alternating between their wet cunts, fucking them like i owned the room.

sweat made the fabric of their hijabs stick to their faces. i finally yanked both off, messy and careless, letting their hair fall free while i kept thrusting. the cloths ended up twisted in my fists as i used them to pull their heads back. i came inside falisha first, grinding deep, then pulled out and shoved back into zai to finish the rest inside her too.

zai invited me to a picnic near the edge of campus where the trees grew thick and the old wooden tables sat half hidden under the leaves. she showed up in a long maroon dress covered in soft pink polka dots, light beige hijab neat around her face, looking soft and proper like always. we ate and talked and it was actually fun for a while. her laugh was quiet. the sun filtered through the branches and made her skin glow.

then her hand started wandering under the table. fingers brushing my thigh, higher, then resting right over the front of my jeans. she kept talking like nothing was happening while she squeezed and stroked me through the fabric until i was fully hard.

i reached over and cupped one of her tits through the polka dot dress. soft and full. she didnt stop me. just leaned a little closer so my hand could feel more. her nipple hardened under my palm.

she unzipped me under the table and wrapped her long fingers around my cock. slow strokes at first, then faster, thumb sliding over the head every time. the picnic area was empty enough. she watched my face the whole time with that calm seductive look. when i got close she pulled the front of her dress down just enough and aimed me at her chest. i came hard across the soft curve of her tits, thick ropes landing on the warm skin and the edge of the fabric.

she looked down at the mess, then back up at me. without a word she slid off the bench and onto her knees between my legs. her lips wrapped around my cock while it was still sensitive. she sucked me clean, tongue working over every inch, braces scraping lightly. the wet sounds mixed with the breeze in the leaves. she kept going until i hardened again in her mouth, then took me deeper, spit running down the shaft.

i held the back of her hijab and fucked her mouth a little. when i came the second time it was straight onto her tongue and teeth. she held her mouth open so i could see it sitting there on the metal of her braces before she swallowed.

i pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the wooden table. the long dress got shoved up around her waist. no panties. i sank into her from behind in one hard thrust and started fucking her deep and steady. one hand gripping her hip, the other fisted in the fabric of her hijab. she pushed back to meet every stroke, soft moans slipping out under her breath.

after a while i pulled out, spun her to face me, and laid her back on the table. i hooked her legs over my arms and slid back in, watching her face the whole time. that slutty half lidded expression she always made when she was getting fucked proper. lips parted, eyes glassy, braces flashing every time she bit down on a moan. i fucked her harder in missionary just to keep seeing it.

i pulled out at the end and came all over her. across her tits, her stomach, the polka dot fabric still bunched around her waist. she lay there breathing hard, looking up at me with that same calm little smile.

she wiped a streak of cum from her chest with two fingers, tasted it, then looked at me and winked.