Me cojo a una colegiala en el baño de una fiesta y le lleno la cara de leche | UPD | Argentina

Title: “Caught Red-Handed: A Naughty Encounter at the College Party”

The pulsating bass of the party music reverberated through the walls of the bathroom, as if the very heart of the house was hissing and groaning in ecstasy. I leaned against the sink, my shirt unbuttoned and my hair disheveled from a long night of drinking and dancing. The room spun slightly as I splashed cold water on my face, trying to sober up just enough to finish the night with some semblance of dignity.

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open with a startling creak. In stumbled a pretty little thing, still in her school uniform – a short black skirt and crisp white blouse. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her big brown eyes were glazed over with a sweet, drunken haze. She blinked at me, taking a moment to process the situation before a mischievous grin spread across her lips.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, sauntering towards me like a lioness stalking her prey. “Looks like I caught you in here all alone. What naughty things are you planning, mister?”

I felt my pants tighten as she pressed her lithe body against mine, her small hands already fiddling with my belt buckle. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, but my flailing protests only seemed to encourage her advances.

She produced a condom from somewhere in her blouse – I don’t know how she managed to smuggle it in that tight uniform, but at that moment, I couldn’t care less. With a coy wink, she dropped to her knees, making quick work of my zipper. “Let’s skip the formalities,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling the growing bulge in my boxers.

I gasped as she freed my throbbing erection, the cool air of the bathroom contrasting deliciously with the heat of her mouth. Her tongue danced around the head, tracing the ridged contour with practiced ease. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent as she took me deeper, inch by inch.

I braced myself against the sink, my knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to buck my hips against her face. She was taking me so deep, the tip of my cock brushing the back of her throat with each plunge. obscene wet sounds filled the bathroom, mingling with the distant thumps of the party downstairs.

But oh, she was far from done. In one smooth movement, she stood up and turned around, bending over and presenting her ass to me. I didn’t need to be told twice. I hiked up her skirt and discovered that she was going commando, her tight little pussy glistening with arousal. Grabbing her hips, I plunged into her with one swift stroke, feeling her tight walls clamp down around me.

She let out a guttural moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wall tile. I set a furious pace, pounding into her with deep, powerful thrusts. The bathroom filled with our grunts and moans, the obscene slap of flesh against flesh, the creaking of the porcelain sink beneath my grip.

Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. I quickened my thrusts, the base of my shaft slapping against her ass with each stroke. “Fuck,” she whimpered, her face pressed into the wall. “I’m gonna cum!”

Dizzy with lust, I grabbed her ponytail and tugged her head back, eliciting a desperate cry from the depths of her throat. My heart hammered in my chest, my balls tightening as I felt my own climax approaching. With a growl, I slammed into her one last time, feeling her spasm around me as she came hard.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. Pulling out, I fisted my shaft, pumping furiously as I aimed it at her face. She kept her eyes closed, panting heavily as thick ropes of hot cum splattered against her cheeks and lips. I grunted with each pulse, milking myself dry until she was baptized in my essence.

Triumph surged through me as I gazed down at her – this once prim little schoolgirl, now defiled and dripping with sin. I zipped myself up, leaving her there to collect herself as I slipped out of the bathroom, bursting back into the party like nothing had happened.

But as I danced and laughed with my friends, the college girl’s moans still echoed in my ear, and the feel of her tight young body would haunt my dreams for nights to come. The crazy thing? I’m pretty sure we never even exchanged names. But then again, in moments like those, what’s in a name?