Fuck A Horny Chinese Wearing A Uniform After Party – Hooked Up With Cute Petite Asian Girl

Title: Confessions of a Horny Chineseçandoi

Ah, the ignominy of student life – cramming for exams, choking down instant noodles, and resolving sneakily to fuck the first hot prospect that flutters into your dorm room. Which is precisely what happened to me on that fateful night. The party was raging downstairs, the bass pounding through the floorboards. It was hard to concentrate on my textbook. I kept pausing to chug beer and check Tinder. “Must not be a lamo,” I kept repeating, imagining my put-upon parents shaking their heads in disappointment. Meanwhile, downstairs, lightweights were puking up half their body weight.

Then, a light knock at the door. As I pulled it open, a breathtaking vision greeted me – a petite Chinese girl, her hair damp and matted with sweat, her school uniform rumpled and askew. She smelled of booze, desperation, and that intoxicating, unmistakable musk of horniness.

“Hey…” she slurred, leaning against the doorframe. “You got a light?”

I glanced down at her empty hands. “Uh… sure.” I rummaged for my lighter. “Here…”

She snatched it from me and immediately went to work re-rolling a joint on my desk, her pert little tits jiggling as she smashed the tobacco. I watched in amazement, all thoughts of the MCAT fading away. Who was this brazen little minx?

Apparently reading my mind, she glanced up at me and smirked. “Crazy outfit, by the way.” She gestured at my pants, which were tented obscenely. “Might want to adjust that before it gives you a permanent deformity.”

I blushed furiously, but there was no denying the truth. My cock was hardening rapidly at the thought of her mouth on it. She rose and sashayed over, her skirt swishing hypnotically.

“Ohhkayyyy…” she purred, as she sank to her knees before me. “Let’s get that beast out of its cage.”

She tugged my pants down with casual ease, my stiffening cock springing free. I moaned at the unexpected contact of her delicate fingers, too horny to feel self-conscious about the cumstains dotting my boxers. She wrapped one, then two, then all four fingers around my shaft and began to pump slowly.

“How long has it been?” she whispered, gazing up at me through lowered lashes. “Since you’ve been touched by a woman’s hand?”

I gulped. “Too long…” I admitted. “Th- thankful you came in.”

She smirked and I immediately regretted the accidental pun. But she just shook her head.

“That’ll be five thousand yuan if you persist in this creatively strained wordplay.” She squeezed my cock warningly, but I could see the amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Sorry,” I breathed. “I’m not um, not used to…”

She silenced me by taking the head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned at the sudden wet heat enveloping me. She began to bob her head slowly, her tongue swirling around the glans. I tangled my fingers in her hair and thrust into her mouth, reveling in the lewd sucking sounds.

She pulled off with a wet pop and regarded my throbbing cock with an appraising eye. “The question is not whether, but rather when.” She giggled and resumed her ministrations with renewed vigor. I threw my head back and moaned, fighting the urge to buck my hips.

She sensed my desperation and released me, wiping her spit-slicked lips with the back of her hand. I was about to protest when she turned and presented her ass to me, lifting her skirt.

“I want you in me,” she purred. “Right now.”

She bent over the desk and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her panty-clad pussy. I wasted no time shoving them aside and plunging into her tight heat.

“Oh fuck yesss,” I hissed as her walls clenched around me. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect. I began to fuck her hard, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her. She screamed and writhed beneath me, her ass rolling back to meet my thrusts.

“Harder,” she demanded breathlessly. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I complied, hammering into her harder and faster until the desk was shaking. She clenched around me and cried out, orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. I followed a second later, spurting deep inside her with a roar. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting and spent.

“Oh my god,” I gasped when I could speak again. “That was amazing.”

She smirked at me over her shoulder. “So this is what you students do when you’re supposed to be studying.” She shook her head in mock disapproval.

I grinned sheepishly. “Hey, I can multitask.”

She laughed and sat up, reaching for her skirt. “Well, duty calls. I hope you’ve learned your lesson about distraction, 课 قرية.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

I smiling weakly. “Yes, 课村. I feel very… enlightened.”

She winked and sashayed out, leaving me alone with my shame and the used tissues on my desk. I buried my face in my hands with a groan. What the hell had I done?

But as I cleaned myself up and tried to wrap my head around what had just transpired, I couldn’t help but smile again at the memory of her lithe body writhing beneath mine. Maybe studying wasn’t so important after all. There was always next semester. For now, I had brighter horizons to entertain me…