Schoolgirls Get Fucked: Exclusive Must-Have Part 2

So the whole thing started because schoolgirls get fucked was the last thing I expected to see when my roommate dragged me to this off-campus party, but there she was in a plaid skirt and knee socks, and I just couldn’t look away. The room was crowded, music thumping, and somehow we ended up in this back bedroom with another couple and one other girl, all of us just kind of laughing and touching, clothes coming off piece by piece. I remember the weight of her hand on my chest, the way she pulled me closer by my belt loops, and the others just melting into the same rhythm around us. It wasn’t scripted or performative—it was sweaty and messy and real, her mouth moving down on me while I watched the other couple going at it on the bed beside us. When it came time, she knelt and let him finish across her face, and I just stood there catching my breath, kind of stunned by how fast it all happened. We didn’t talk much after, just passed around a water bottle and laughed nervously, and honestly I still think about that night more than I probably should.