Finally. Lulu Chu sits alone in the empty cafeteria, waiting for the other students to clear out before she can eat in peace. They mock everything about her—the food she brings, the clothes she wears, her shows, her face. She just wants one other Asian kid in this place who gets it. Who won’t laugh. A white flash hits. Seven girls appear out of nowhere, Kimmy Kimm leading them, all of them gorgeous, all Asian, all in tiny cute outfits: Avery Black, Alona Bloom, Marica Hase, Jasmine Teaa, Connie Perignon, Phoebe Kalib. They want to be her friends, no one else around to stop whatever happens next. Lulu looks at all that beauty and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: hot sex. The girls grin, pull her in, turn the cold lunchroom into a sweaty pile of mouths, fingers, and slick skin. Lulu ends up on her back with fingers shoved deep, fist stretching her open, her face buried under one girl while another rides her tongue. They form a facesitting train, hips grinding, juices running down chins, thighs shaking until they squirt in hot messy bursts across each other’s mouths. What started as isolation ends in a tangle of Asian girls, coming hard and loud, right there on the cafeteria floor.
Finally. Lulu Chu sits alone in the empty cafeteria, waiting for the other students to clear out before she can eat in peace. They mock everything about her—the food she brings, the clothes she wears, her shows, her face. She just wants one other Asian kid in this place who gets it. Who won’t laugh. A white flash hits. Seven girls appear out of nowhere, Kimmy Kimm leading them, all of them gorgeous, all Asian, all in tiny cute outfits: Avery Black, Alona Bloom, Marica Hase, Jasmine Teaa, Connie Perignon, Phoebe Kalib. They want to be her friends, no one else around to stop whatever happens next. Lulu looks at all that beauty and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: hot sex. The girls grin, pull her in, turn the cold lunchroom into a sweaty pile of mouths, fingers, and slick skin. Lulu ends up on her back with fingers shoved deep, fist stretching her open, her face buried under one girl while another rides her tongue. They form a facesitting train, hips grinding, juices running down chins, thighs shaking until they squirt in hot messy bursts across each other’s mouths. What started as isolation ends in a tangle of Asian girls, coming hard and loud, right there on the cafeteria floor.
