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[Anonymous]

I had an episode, but with an unexpected twist. one Armenian woman is a couple of years younger than me. to say that she was a freak was an understatement; You really had to look for such freaks. From time to time we crossed paths with her in the dining room, chatted about all sorts of bullshit, nothing more. I want to note that she compensated for her obvious unattractiveness with a good sense of humor and academic success. Once the weight course arranged a registration, and one person from her course invited me and two of my classmates to attend. 5 hours later, I was already, quite swollen, lying in the bedroom of the rented hut, where this celebration took place. After some 15 minutes, this Armenian woman comes into the bedroom and, plopping down on the bed, says: “I was looking for you! And you’re fucking up here!” word for word, and now she is already offering me a blowjob. Of course, for the first couple of minutes I was hesitant (a blowjob from the worst jerk in the university was clearly not the achievement I was in a hurry to get), but alcohol and the libido it fed got the better of me - I agreed. I must say that she sucked skillfully - this blowjob definitely deserves to be on the list of the most memorable. In the process, I realize that I can’t wait to fuck her. "Maybe we can have sex?" I asked playfully, to which she, smiling from ear to ear in her rather large mouth, began to undress. As soon as she pulled down her pants, standing in front of me in a doggy pose, I went crazy: all this time she was hiding her miniature dark ass under her baggy pants and ugly skirts; such a fucking tight, round ass. My lump just flew into the stratosphere. Despite the drink, I came quickly, because her pussy was so fucking tight.
After fucking, we lay down for a smoke break and pussy. During the conversation, it turned out that she had more than enough experience: she had one-time relationships and lasted from one to three months. She was well aware that she had a rather specific appearance (to put it mildly), so she did not believe that she could hold on to anyone. She also said that they had repeatedly tried to fuck her on a bet, but she didn’t mind. "The guys were nice, why not? I think I have the mentality of a whore." I even felt somehow sad for her.
After that, nothing changed in our communication - we chatted the same way during breaks and smoke breaks, there was no talk of anything more. I wrote to her a couple of times while drunk, but she made it clear that fucking on the register was a one-time event. So it goes.