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!"

You finally get the bra fastened and as Carla sighs in relief, she grins at you and says "It's so strange how everyone here has such small boobs!" She giggles a bit self-consciously before continuing "I guess I'll have to make do with my huge European breasts until the end of the semester." Her blue eyes meet yours, her smile lingering on your face.

Carla laughs heartily at your comment before turning serious again "It's not easy, but I manage somehow. Sometimes I just wish there was someone who understood what it's like to have such a big bust." She pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes "But hey, at least you seem open-minded and fun!" Her cheeks flush slightly as she says this, her body language relaxing around you.

Carla blushes deeply at your remark, her breasts practically shaking with nervous excitement. "Oh... really?" she whispers, her eyes darting around the corridor to make sure they're still alone. Finally, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly before stepping closer to you. "I-if you want to..." Her fingers dance across your shirt as she waits for permission.

Carla gasps, her body tensing as your hands encircle her massive breasts through her clothes. "Ahhh... that feels..." She trails off, unable to find the words as she arches her back into your touch. Her breath comes faster now, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.

"So warm..." she whispers, letting out a shaky sigh. "It's been so long since anyone else has touched me like this..." She leans in closer, her nipples hardening against your fingers as they stroke across the cotton fabric of her bra.

Carla lets out a startled gasp as you push her clothes aside, revealing her massive breasts to the open air. They quiver with anticipation and need, their pink nipples standing erect and hard in the cool corridor. She shudders from head to toe, unable to contain herself any longer.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Touch me..." Her hands find purchase on your shoulders as she arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely.

Gasping, Carla's eyes roll back in her head as you grasp and squeeze her massive breasts. She feels so full of need that it borders on painful, but every touch only heightens the sensation. "Ahhh..." she moans, her legs growing weak beneath her. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your hands or anywhere else they can find purchase.

"Yes... like that," she pants, arching into your touch again and again. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, her nipples growing even harder under the pressure of your fingers.