Xiao Mei

Xiao Mei felt okay, she guessed. Being back in China was busy, hot, hectic. She was just another girl in the crowd of so many more. Her cousins. They were doctors, engineers, accountants, and she was a dentist. She had worked hard. But it didn’t really mean anything in her family.

Her parents worked all the time, and when they were at home, they’d just fight and bicker. It was a poison leaking into the air.

Xiao Mei turned her nose up at it. Ignored it the best she could.

If she made a scene, then all that poison would be injected into her soul.

She had a couple of friends, even a sort of boy toy. They met up at the mall, got ice cream, watched movies, talked, and engaged in trash talk.

When she met Yichen, her boy toy, they would fuck for hours.

He was tall. Spiky black hair. Dark eyes and simple features.

But he was fit. He ran almost every day for at least 10K. And he fucked her pink pussy so good.

She was petite, with small breasts, short, gentle figure, and he slammed her pussy so good. Pushing her up against his couch.

His balls slapping into her ass. She liked the feeling of being **** into a small position, fucked and used. The pressure felt good.

Her big eyes glinting and twin tails. He would pull them as he rammed her during doggy.

“Yeah, fuck me, yeah, yes, harder, oh my god!” She moaned.

“Why are you speaking in English? You know that turns me off,” Yichen said in Mandarin.

Xiao Mei blushed, she responded in Mandarin, “Shut up and fuck me.”

Sex was good. It was the least that could be good. Those five years doing dentistry in Paris had really westernised her. Being back here, it just felt different.

And Nadia.

Xiao Mei missed Nadia. Xiao Mei missed stripping with Nadia.

No one made pizza like Nadia; she was a hell of a cook and more of a mother-figure than her mother ever was. It just felt warm, even in the cold.