Bicycle Dream

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When I left, Nvyou was already waiting at the door on her bicycle. Her loose-fitting, snow-white long dress made her look like a pure white flower. She was graceful and slender, her dress flowing, yet there was not a trace of revealing licentiousness, nor any hint of anxious shyness. It was all natural, an inner charm born of her.

I chuckled mischievously as I sat on the back of the bicycle, wrapping my arms around Nvyou's waist and tightening my grip on her arms. "Not bad, right! We're going on a social outing today." "You big bad guy! Making me go through all this trouble! It's six kilometers to the park!" Nvyou's face flushed red, and she gave a coquettish scolding. I steadied the bicycle shakily and started pedaling erratically.

Along the way, Nvyou chatted and laughed with me intermittently, making me prepared for a possible crash at any moment. She was hot and sweaty, beads of perspiration seeping from her forehead, body, and hair.

So hot, so incredibly hot!

I grinned mischievously and said, "How about I ride on your back?"

Nvyou's expression immediately turned panicked. "You're so bad...you actually made this kind of vehicle. Riding on me is going to kill me! My skirt's all wet!" I suddenly lifted Nvyou's skirt from behind, one hand running along the seat, squeezing and kneading her tender buttocks. Controlling the vehicle to prevent it from shaking violently, I withdrew my hand and licked the nectar off it, chuckling lewdly, "Heh heh, you should thank me for this. If I used the second or third plan now, whether it's linked or remote-controlled, it'd be much more exciting than this fixed target. After riding for a while, your posture is so proper, you should be used to it by now. Let's stop in that alley over there. Do you want 1 or 2; front or back?

Hehehe..."

I took out some tools from my bag and fiddled around in the alley for a while, until Nvyou, trembling, got back on the vehicle.

In the dim light and drizzling rain, after finishing replacing and securing the seat, my head was firmly pressed between Nvyou's skirt and jade-like legs.

"Ugh...it's all in my eyes. Number 1 isn't big enough to stop the flow, ah. You...my head! Glug glug...let go!" The bicycle veered off course, and Nvyou, combined with the weight of the bicycle, pressed down on me.

Nvyou's vicious hands grabbed my rising head and shoved it under her. "Why don't you just die...wait...wait...tongue...teeth! Hmm, stop it! Someone's looking over there!" Nvyou's voice was very light and airy, both melodious and charming. Then came an even bigger earthquake, a torrent, rushing into my nose and mouth. Luckily, this time my eyelids were covered by Nvyou's silk skirt, so I didn't get to experience the full bittersweet sensation of sore shoulders, sore legs, sore mouth, sore nose, and sore eyes.

Having narrowly escaped the flooded area of Nvyou, I didn't even bother to wipe my face before mounting my bicycle. Amidst Nvyou's high-pitched singing, I leaped onto the seat and pedaled swiftly through the crowds of gasping onlookers.

After riding a mile through streets and alleys, shaking off a few curious paparazzi, I couldn't help but pant and stick out my tongue. I said irritably to Nvyou, who had been pushing me with her large breasts the whole way, "Hurry up and open your mouth, or your bones will break.

Next time I'll make sure you wear dog ears and carry a cow bone. I shouldn't have let you sit on the back." "Huff, huff, huff," Nvyou released her mouth, also panting for a long time. She seductively leaned her head over my other shoulder, one hand skillfully and gently caressing my crotch, while teasing... He bared his bloodied teeth and kissed and licked me. "You believe I'll bite you to death right now! It's all your fault, you bad thing. If I had screamed all the way here and run into a cop, how would you explain that?" "Tch, that's easy, you can just spout off! I can say you have persistent sexual arousal syndrome. Yesterday I treated this condition—ah! No! You can bite me from above, you can grab me from below, but don't put your fingers in!" "You big bastard! I'll make you feel good, I'll make you feel good, I'll make you feel good to your heart's content! You think I..." "I didn't know how hard you were! I couldn't even bite through it with my teeth back then, and now you're so excited and hard, even if I scratch you, it's just to help you masturbate—phew!

Wait...don't ride—ahhh! Why are you standing up! No...no...stop..." "Heave-ho! Keep stretching your arms out!...Hehe! Why are your arms going weak? Can't take it anymore! Don't worry, don't worry, soon there will be no one left, while there are still people around, let's create some wonderful memories!" "So...so intense...this...I can't handle you like this...my bra broke...my clothes fell down...eeeeeee." "It's a disposable transparent sweat-absorbing sex toy. Let's ride even crazier! If it's not comfortable enough, tell me, if you can still talk to me. Hahaha, by the way, the selfie stick can record from multiple angles." "Ahhh...uhh...eeah! You used my DV to film my ugliness, you scum! Uh-huh...

I'm so angry! You're going to go too far—la la!"

"Who told this road to be so flat-chested? Even the most fancy moves wouldn't be exciting enough! If you don't tense up your muscles, you might just smear my face again." Sitting back on the safety seat, arms outstretched, I continued pedaling rhythmically while leaning back as far as I could, resting my head on the soft, warm, elastic flesh. I felt the two mounds of flesh, slippery, moist, and restless. I couldn't help but carefully twist my neck, only to find that the anticipated passionate event had already begun.

"Uh, your clothes are all wet! A wet-clothed beauty is the best. You're shy, so I'll take my clothes off first." Before the woman could react, I quickly returned to my standing, pedaling stance, suddenly pulling up my t-shirt, grimacing, and pulling it off over my head, revealing my muscular upper body. My blood was boiling; naturally, I didn't feel any toothache.

I started singing "The Girl Across the Way" at the top of my lungs, pedaling and riding in sync with the lyrics, pushing my bicycle skills to the limit. The girl, though unwilling, could only grumble and press her entire body against my back. To reduce the vibrations and prevent her revealing, see-through flesh-colored dress from showing too much, she grabbed my waist and held me tightly, giving me a dynamic, rhythmic massage in all directions, providing background noise for my loud singing. I kept catching glimpses of her apple-like face, feeling two tiny pebbles brush against the side of my neck. The fragrance, the magnetism, the heat, the comfort—it was a bittersweet experience… Nvyou was so blissful that she breathed into my ear and stuck out her tongue, her legs completely numb as she wrapped them around my waist, repeatedly exclaiming things like, “The pleasure just won’t stop!” She almost pulled me onto the back seat… But fate intervened. A pebble jolted the front wheel, and with a startled cry of “Ugh!” I was pulled down by gravity, my bottom slamming against Nvyou’s flowing cardigan dress. Her soft, hard crotch, accompanied by her soft, dazed “Mmm,” accelerated as we plummeted downwards.

I twisted the handlebars, and the bicycle, hurtling forward at high speed, began to spin in mid-air.

In that moment, the world spun, my heart pounded, and my body trembled. I turned to the side and saw Nvyou. I bumped into her. She hugged me, our faces pressed together, our lips touching, we kissed, we licked… “Ahhh!” “It’s going to split!” “It’s all over!” “Slap slap!” I couldn’t imagine a woman being so talkative at a time like this. Half of my butt was slapped so hard by Nvyou’s thigh, my tongue was bitten hard by her teeth, and her elbows were playing with the waves of her body, swaying and shaking, blending with the surging water below—Nvyou, you’re finished, your clothes are finished, wearing them is worse than not wearing them at all— “Sizzle” “Clang” “Clang” The bicycle went through some kind of chaotic, circular arc. My mind was racing with images of some random alpaca from the Gobi Desert. Anyway, the bike didn't reverse direction when the frame fell. I calmly and with a startled expression, I swallowed my sore tongue, slammed my almost numb buttocks onto the front seat, and pedaled haphazardly a few more times. I heard Nvyou, her heavy breathing gradually fading, say against my back, "Don't be lazy! Cheer up and ride with me a little longer. Mwah, when we get to a secluded spot, I'll make you some noodles! Hot soup, okay? And with your fragrant, slippery back!" I was utterly devastated. My body stiffened. So, it seems there's only the ox that dies from exhaustion, not the field that's been over-plowed? "Do you have to become so lewd! The road ahead is long! Everyone, come and see the real, widely circulated version of this slut!

"

"So, will you ride her or not~~" The soft, tight, yet warm and firm touch of her back, the gentle caress of her small hands on my waist, the swaying head brushing against my ear—all of this forced me to make the choice to indulge in this beauty.

The infatuated woman pointed directly at me, a gentle breeze brushing my face. The song ended, the pleasure turned to sorrow.

The safety seat snapped in two due to my reckless actions, revealing its true evil nature. The two prosthetics rose and fell with the foot pedals. I tightened my sphincter to hold back my fall, resisting the nasty wind that assaulted my rear, and tried my best to straighten my body and lift it up. At

this moment, Nvyou slung her arm around my shoulder like a sloth, grinning foolishly with a broken expression, "What's wrong with you?!" I swear on my neck, her upper body must have been just like mine at this moment! Otherwise, even if her dress was thin, and her white silk shirt became transparent after being wet, her breasts pressed against my neck would not have been so warm, and her forearms, which were trembling under the electric motor, would not have been completely free of any goosebumps.

Faced with such a beautiful view, I had no heart to appreciate it properly. My eyes were fixed on Nvyou's still-covered skirt, and I casually slapped her beautiful buttocks. "Let me go! Or I'll smash my head into a tree!" "Okay, okay, then we'll do it together up there. I want to eat your rotten balls and rotten sausages! Ride faster! Get on! Don't think you can stop and make love so soon! Ride a little longer! Then I'll let you torture me, ravage me, and do whatever you want to me!" ********** ... "It's a parking-and-sit sex session! You really want real stuff to take turns fucking your cunt and asshole? Look at the water stains behind the car, people on the road saw it a long time ago! Tsk tsk, these little drops are from your ankles, and the water from your sex session is from these tire tracks. What? Feeling humiliated and shocked? Your face is the same color as your hole right now." I reached under Nvyou's skirt, a smirk on my face, and looked at the bare-breasted Nvyou. She's really well-endowed, but unfortunately not my type!

A large group of passersby who had been nowhere to be seen before, men and women, young and old, suddenly appeared on both sides of the road, and the noise poured into the world from all directions.

"So this game is so fun, I should have known not to resist." Nvyou's eyes were glistening with tears. To avoid my thrusting, she began to sway her delicate body and dance in public, but unfortunately, the constant piston-like movements of her lower body made her movements distorted.

A dazzling, fake object was pulled from Nuyou's body. Nuyou wrapped her arms around one of the fake objects on the front seat, causing the two fake objects on the bicycle to start rotating again. "Why?" I threw away the one in my hand. As the "rumble" came from afar, I had already touched another one, shrouded in mist, inside Nuyou's body. "It's too late! Refusing to shatter your former innocence, outwardly domineering but inwardly resolute, this perverted twistedness is not suitable for you. You can't accept masochism or sadism. The result of sticking to your bottom line is that I can't change your fate. Knowing that doing something and being ignorant about it have different costs and results, people sometimes need to update their bottom line." "I don't believe it. There must be one." Nuyou tried to block my fingers and hands with her clitoral double orifice.

My hands were still there, but she had already vanished without a trace.

My hands became warm and moist, steadily and powerfully resisting the tides of Nu You's body. I felt the warmth from my fingers and palms, waves of trembling from an unknown source within her. I said, "Now you understand that something can have two forms, and a person can exist in two places at the same time? You entered the wrong way; once you miss it, it's gone." "Then what would have happened? Shouldn't you have decided everything? Isn't this just the beginning?" Nu You said everything at once, opening her mouth to take another prosthetic into her mouth.

"Past mistakes cannot be undone. Established facts cannot be changed. And do you know that this scene never happened before? You can do what I project into the future; in the end, its definition is the beginning." "Sizzle!" Thunder struck, and the world shattered.

Before Nu You's eyes, shimmering with light, the past reappeared. Thunder rumbled in her ears, recounting the past.

"It's nothing, it's just that my body is too good... magnificent breasts, huge bubbles!" "What? I'm wearing nothing underneath, and now that I'm sweating, everything's showing! Don't pull my clitoris! Don't hook the ring on the head! Ah! Ah!" "You, do a perverted thing like lifting your skirt and blowing it open! I'm sure with your dexterity, you can open your skirt and your pussy at the same time! That's amazing! You even made your breasts bounce!" "Ahhh! My juices are blowing into my pussy, so cool... so hot... everyone's looking... I can't take it anymore, I'm so excited I'm going to explode!!!" "Don't tip the car over! After selling your breasts and pussy, you can perform some oral skills and acrobatics! I'm thirsty and want to drink some warm water." "Ah! No... don't touch there!"

"I touched your butt, not your breasts! Why are you yelling so loudly!" "No! Don't move! Didn't you want to see my performance? Fine, I'll perform for you! Watch carefully!

Don't keep staring at your hole! It's leaking again!"

"Okay, open wide, pedal upside down. Licking and deep throat! You fucking hold on! Yes, you need dynamic balance, otherwise it'll be too uncoordinated! I'm drinking water. The self-fountain is nice, but I still prefer the suction one. Remember to be perfect! It needs to have layers and artistry!" "Sizzle" Lightning struck, the world froze.

"...You ride really well! Continuously variable transmission, rotating gears. The speed is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, yet there's a hidden pattern." Carousel "Sizzle" Lightning struck, the world froze.

"...We agreed, I'll bring you, you bring the money. If you don't have money, sell your body!" Domineering loan "Sizzle" Lightning struck, the world froze.

"...Nvyou likes...likes it more than a bicycle!"

When I bloom, all flowers wither

"Sizzle" Lightning struck, the world froze.

...

And so, the world gained two more perverts.

*Sizzle* Lightning struck, and the world froze.

...

Because from the beginning, I never considered you mine.

*Sizzle* Lightning struck, and the world froze.

...

The "Dao" upheld by cultivators is not necessarily the Dao upheld by Heaven and Earth; the "Truth" seen by cultivators is not necessarily the truth they wish to see. The first to be eliminated is oneself.

*Sizzle* Lightning struck, and the world froze.

...

Don't be too arrogant; the world isn't just about you.

*Sizzle* Lightning struck, and the world froze.

"I don't have time to describe your appearance, but I can depict your death. Having known you for so long, what are your thoughts to share?" "No! Heaven and earth have limits, but you are limitless; you may call yourself great. You can definitely help me!" "Nü You, I'll call you Nü You one more time! You already said this in your race-walking world where you were running with an enema and a vibrator inserted. This is the last world! The last one you can endure! Continuing in this world is meaningless. A distorted world is just a toy, a self-deceiving toy. Perhaps we are all in someone else's game, and the real world may have already been destroyed. I've said it three times, in different forms." "Using the false to cultivate the true," the true mantra of cultivation. "Truly

grasping and practicing," two mosaics.

"I see—" Daoist rhyme, radio waves.

Words completely on different channels unexpectedly reached a point of unity.

Nü You closed her eyes, her body transforming into light and disappearing.

The world, shattered into ten pieces, gained momentum under the electric shock, reflecting a lump of muddy yellow, scattering in all directions across the ten realms.

The truth is, if we finish this secret game, you can stay with him forever. Unfortunately, you're sometimes clear-headed and sometimes foolish; it seems you're not meant to be!

At worst, just be patient, and like that robot, you can meet again in the future—she bumped into me through information disturbance, conquering the information dimension; she'll have a greater future… You always say in the end, "Just listen to me," but no one is ever willing to do so. Those who could have lived, but gave up after following me for a while, are the most foolish. Those who completely disobey me can claim freedom, those who completely obey me can live well… As someone who only half-listens, your messenger will pass away at "your" last moment.

A biased heart leads to distant people, and a distant heart leads to a biased place.

[The End]

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