Finally! ... An All-Girl AAPI Orgy Extravaganza

Lulu sat alone again. Always alone. The other kids had made sure of that—picking apart everything, leaving her with nothing but stares and jokes. Today it ended different. A flash cut through the empty cafeteria and seven girls appeared, Kimmy Kimm leading them, all of them Asian, all of them stunning, their clothes too bright for the dull room. They smiled. No hesitation. Lulu felt her pulse slam in her throat. “You want us?” Kimmy asked. Lulu couldn’t speak. She just nodded. They tore her uniform off on the nearest table, mouths everywhere at once. Fingers slid inside her before she could catch her breath. Someone’s tongue found her clit and stayed there. She was spread wide, bent over, pinned down. Juices soaked the plastic tray beneath her. Kimmy pushed four fingers deep, then her whole fist. Lulu arched and cried out while Avery Black straddled her face, grinding slow, covering her mouth. Marica Hase and Jasmine Teaa scissored hard on the next bench, legs locked, cunts wet and loud. Alona Bloom squirted across Lulu’s stomach when she came, hot streaks rolling down her ribs. Phoebe Kalib and Connie Perignon shifted the line forward—faces to cunts, asses to mouths—forming the train, each girl eating the girl ahead, bodies rocking in rhythm while Lulu stayed buried at the base, tongue working blind. They used every inch of her. Her throat, her cunt, her ass, her hands. Every thrust, every slap of skin erased another empty lunch. The bell would ring soon. None of them cared.