Bi College Fucks: Exclusive Must-Have Best Scene

So I finally had my first bi college fucks experience last weekend, and honestly, I’m still replaying it in my head. It started pretty chill—this guy from my psych class invited me over to study, but his roommate was there too, and the tension was immediate. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were all tangled up on that cramped futon. The guy I knew went down on me while his roommate watched, and the way he looked at us—curious, hungry—made my skin buzz. I remember the wet heat of his mouth, the scratch of his stubble, and then his roommate leaned in and started kissing my neck, his hand sliding down my chest. It wasn’t rushed; we just sort of flowed into it. I ended up on my back, legs hooked over the roommate’s shoulders, while the first guy guided himself inside me bareback—slow at first, then deeper, and I rode him while the other one stroked himself and whispered filthy things in my ear. The whole room smelled like sweat and lube, and when I finally came, it was with both of them touching me, breathless and laughing. We didn’t even finish the flashcards.