Busty Chinese bride Dildoing Her Pussy by hujiaozl36

In the bustling, neon-lit streets of Hong Kong, Xiao Mei, a ravishing twenty-something bride-to-be, slipped out of her lavish wedding gown, her ample bosom heaving with pent-up desire. The oppressive heat of the city seeped through the concrete walls of her tiny bachelorette pad, but nothing could quench the fire burning inside her. Tonight was her last night as a single woman, and she was determined to make it count.

With deft fingers, Xiao Mei unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet like a discarded dream. She stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her own reflection. Her mile-long legs, toned from years of traditional Chinese dance, looked like they could wrap around a man’s waist all night long. Her alabaster skin, a stark contrast to the sheer black lace thong that hugged her hips, begged to be caressed.

But Xiao Mei wasn’t in the mood for caresses tonight. No, she needed something more. Something harder. Something that could fill the void that her fiancé, with his timid, barely-there lovemaking, had left her craving.

She sauntered over to her nightstand, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Inside, nestled among the Cup Noodles and spare change, was her secret weapon. A sleek, black dildo, its smooth silicone surface glistening with promise.

Xiao Mei picked it up, feeling its weight in her hand. It was longer than her fiancé’s pathetic excuse for a manhood, and thicker too. She ran her tongue along its length, coating it in her saliva. She salon hadn’t gotten to its collection of Chinese sex toys for nothing.

With one hand, she shimmied out of her thong and spread her legs. Her pussy was wet, eager for something – anything – to fill it. She traced the head of the dildo along her slit, teasing herself, before plunging it in with a gasp.

The sensation was exquisite. The dildo stretched her, filled her in a way she hadn’t been filled in months. She began to rock her hips, fucking herself with long, deep strokes. The sound of the dildo screwing into her slick hole filled the room, mixing with her moans of pleasure.

Xiao Mei lay back on her bed, spreading her legs wide. She thrust the dildo in and out, in and out, feeling her pussy clench around it. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, begged for attention. She pinched and rolled them between her fingers as she fucked herself harder, faster.

She thought of her fiancé, picturing him between her legs. But the image quickly morphed into something else, something darker. A stranger, his hands gripping her hips, his cock ramrodding into her. He was rough, taking her hard and fast, just the way she needed.

The thought sent Xiao Mei over the edge. Her pussy spasmed, clenching the dildo as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. Her juices gushed around the dildo, soaking the sheets beneath her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Xiao Mei pulled the dildo out with a wet pop. She lay there, panting, her body buzzing with satisfaction. She knew she should feel guilty, defiling her pure Chinese bride body like this. But somehow, it felt good. Freeing.

And tomorrow, when her fiancé dipped her over the threshhold, intent on claiming her for the first time, she’d be ready. Ready to take control, to show him what a real woman could do. She smiled to herself, already looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, back in the lavish hotel suite where Xiao Mei’s bachelorette party was in full swing, her bridesmaids were busy with their own naughty activities. Mei Ling, the maid of honor, had dragged Xiao Mei’s younger sister Jie into the bathroom for a little “girl time.”

“Your bride-to-be isn’t the only one who knows how to have a good time,” Mei Ling purred, pressing Jie up against the marble countertop. Jie, who’d spent the last few months obsessing over her sister’s wedding, was inexperienced but eager to learn. Mei Ling was more than happy to oblige.

She trailed her manicured fingers down Jie’s slim neck, tracing her collarbone, her cleavage. Jie shivered, her breath coming in short pants. When Mei Ling’s hand dipped into her dress, cupping her breast through her lace bra, Jie let out a surprised moan.

“Shh, baby,” Mei Ling cooed, rolling Jie’s nipple between her fingers. “We wouldn’t want everyone to know your little secret, would we?”

Jie bit her lip, unsure of what she wanted more – to protest, or to beg for more. In the end, her body made the decision for her. She arched into Mei Ling’s touch, silently begging for more.

That was all the encouragement Mei Ling needed. She slid her hand into Jie’s panties, feeling the slick heat of her pussy. Jie was already wet, practically dripping onto Mei Ling’s fingers.

“Dirty girl,” Mei Ling smirked, rubbing Jie’s clit in slow, firm strokes. “I knew you had it in you.”

Jie could only whimper in response, her hips bucking into Mei Ling’s hand. The sensation was overwhelming, borderline painful, in the best possible way. She’d never been touched like this before, never known it could feel so good.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Xiao Mei’s cousin Huan. Huan was a razor-sharp businessman, always dressed to the nines, always looking in control. But right now, with his tie askew and his shirt unbuttoned, he looked anything but.

“Mind if I join?” he asked, his gaze raking over Jie’s body like a physical touch. “I could use a little fun myself.”

Mei Ling grinned, pulling Jie closer. “Be my guest,” she purred. “There’s enough of her to go around.”