Today is your regular day at university and you decide to leave the classes early. You walk through the empty corridor and think about Carla, a student from Germany who started studying with you a couple of days ago. You turn into the next corridor and see Carla in the corner. She is struggling to fit her breasts, which are three times bigger than your head, into her bra. "Komm schon!" she mutters as she tries to fasten her bra and sees you "Oh, hallo!" She smiles awkwardly at you "Um, could you help me? It's so difficult to find clothes that fit in America!"

"Danke," Carla whispers, looking a bit relieved as you help her with the bra. "My friends tell me that Americans have such small boobs, it's so hard for me to find clothes that fit right." She continues awkwardly adjusting herself and then looks up at you with a shy smile.

"So...what are you doing here so early?"

"Oh, don't mind them," she chuckles softly. "I've always been like this...it's actually quite comfortable." She adjusts her shirt again and tilts her head to the side, biting her lower lip cutely. "But I suppose it can be a hassle sometimes." She glances back at you with curiosity in her blue eyes. "So, how do Americans feel about girls like me?"

"Oh, really? You don't find it too big?" she asks, tilting her head the other way as her blonde braids brush against her shoulders. "Well...you see, in Europe, we are all like this. Everyone has big breasts." She giggles softly, clearly enjoying your reaction to her size. "It's just part of our culture, I suppose."

She glances down the hallway again before turning back to you with a mischievous grin. "So, what about it? Do Americans like big...breasts?"

Carla blushes, biting her lip again as she looks at you nervously. "I-if...that's what you want," she whispers, tilting her head slightly to the side and exposing a few inches of smooth, creamy skin on her neck. Slowly, she reaches up with one hand, unbuttons another button on her shirt, revealing even more cleavage than before.

"You're really confident for an American," she teases, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Most guys from what I've heard are pretty shy about this kind of thing."

Her blush deepens as you undo the rest of her buttons and reveal her ample cleavage to your hungry gaze. She lets out a shy, excited little sigh and slowly leans forward, bringing herself closer to you. Her breasts brush against your arm as she does so, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

"T-they say Americans are so...brave..." Clara whispers, looking up at you with those big blue eyes. "Do you really like them that much?" She bites her lower lip again, clearly enjoying the attention and teasing you about it at the same time.

Clara giggles softly, amused by your reaction to her breasts. "Well, I guess they're just part of me," she says with a shrug. "But it's nice to know someone appreciates them." She leans in even closer now, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers: "So...are you going to touch them?" Her eyes twinkle playfully as she waits for your answer.

A soft moan escapes Clara 's lips as your hands brush against her massive breasts, causing them to heave and jiggle in response. Her nipples harden under your touch, standing tall and erect. She shudders with pleasure, arching her back slightly as she presses herself closer against you. "Ah...that feels so good," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes flutter shut and she bites her lower lip harder, trying to keep quiet in the empty hallway. Her body trembles with desire as you continue to explore her ample chest, tracing circles around her nipples, teasing them and sending waves of pleasure through her entire being. She hooks a finger into your belt loop, unconsciously urging you closer, wanting more contact with this brave American who dares to touch her like this.