She in the passenger seat

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Time passed both painfully and swiftly. During the days they couldn't see each other, he missed her, a suffocating, heavy feeling in his chest, almost suffocating. Both were helpless, for they both had families, and both loved their partners. But the fatal flaw was that they were hopelessly in love. It was this inexplicable feeling that plunged them into an abyss. In this abyss lay love, passion, and pain. Six months ago, when they first met, he never imagined that the girl across the table would so deeply enter his life. At the time, he simply thought she was the type he'd liked for a long time, and couldn't help but steal a few extra glances. But later, everything seemed to fall into place so naturally, as if it were ordained by fate. He started following her WeChat, meticulously reviewing her photos from long ago; he would repeatedly read each of her Moments posts, trying to guess what she was doing; he nervously devised ways to strike up a conversation with her on WeChat; in just six months, their love was more profound than any other couple's, a love so intense that they desperately suppressed their desires to avoid disturbing each other's lives. He was infatuated with her body, reminiscing countless times about their lovemaking when they were alone. He remembered that during their lovemaking, they were almost entirely kissing, his hands greedily caressing every inch of her body. He hadn't felt that surge of passion in years. Each time they were about to part, he just wanted to hold her tightly, desperately trying to convince himself to say goodbye cheerfully, because he knew she was also sad. He naturally made their relationship a secret, because he began to envy her husband, wanting to possess her entirely, even considering marrying her. Fortunately, neither of them were impulsive young men. But as his feelings for her deepened, the old curse returned: his cuckoldry. Yes, without realizing it, he began to treat her as his wife. Especially during sex, he couldn't help but fantasize about his favorite scene: a blurry stranger, beside him, even taking the lead, pressing down on her naked body, his large penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her pink vulva, while she, with her half-closed eyes revealing an extremely seductive allure, her cherry lips slightly parted, her delicate tongue slightly protruding, her breath sweet as orchids. At these moments, he felt a heat rising in his lower body, the urge to ejaculate intense. At that moment, he wanted to meld her into his body, never to be separated from her again. Too many times, he endured it, not telling her. But ultimately, he couldn't control his impulse. He self-deprecatingly thought that it was just something he mentioned during sex, and she clearly felt the stimulation, so nothing would happen. His desire was insatiable, repeatedly convincing himself that he was simply indulging himself. This time, due to family matters and work, they hadn't seen each other for a full thirteen days. During this time, he was on the verge of a breakdown, only able to exchange heartfelt words with her via phone during work breaks. At lunchtime, he would secretly video chat and exchange a few sweet words. However, talking and chatting was usually extremely inconvenient. No matter how he tried to hide it, his colleagues would still be suspicious. Therefore, whether he was chatting with her or hanging up the video, the constant pressure to keep his feelings on the line filled him with torment. Fortunately, this time, they finally had a chance to meet. Her husband had personal matters to attend to and couldn't bring her along, and the children were on summer vacation and had gone back to their hometown. He was working overtime, but luckily, there wasn't much work at his workplace recently, and he could tell his colleague he could go out for a few hours. On WeChat, he was very excited, unreservedly expressing his longing for her. Today was a perfect opportunity; the weather was beautiful. He quickly typed, "Will you wear a dress today?" She said, "I won't tell you." He said, "Wear that new dress you bought; you look best in it." And, no underwear, no bra. Then add a suggestive emoji. His mind flashed with images of her alluring naked body, seemingly exposed to the air. His lower body instantly hardened. She said, "No way. You'll take advantage of me." He laughed, saying, "Haven't I taken advantage of you enough already, haha." He knew she would satisfy him. They had a surprisingly strong connection when it came to sex. He guessed she would do things with him that she didn't want to do with her husband. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband, but rather that he and her husband were two different men she had met at different stages of her life, and two completely different kinds of feelings. She understood she was lucky; both men loved her so much. Soon, they tacitly agreed on a time. He told her to dress according to his instructions, and after lunch, he left work to pick her up at the designated location. He was extremely excited; his penis was constantly erect. He proudly told his penis, "Today I can have my fill." A very boring scene. Just then, his phone beeped. A message from a QQ friend he'd been in contact with for a while: "What are you doing?" This person was a friend from the same city, though they'd only eaten together twice. They'd found each other's contact information on a dating forum for married couples. His name was Feng. Feng was three years older than him, married, and had a good relationship with his wife. However, his wife was rather conservative and not very sexually active. This was something he'd always found hard to understand. In his mind, there were only husbands who couldn't satisfy their wives, not wives who couldn't satisfy their husbands. But after knowing each other for so long, he felt Feng wasn't the type to talk nonsense. Especially after meeting him in person, he thought Feng was a good person, kind and reliable. He was a sociable person, and interacting with Feng made him feel very relaxed because he'd immediately revealed his most shameful fetish. Feng understood this, and at the same time, he frankly told him that he didn't share the same fetish; he was actually a perfectly normal man who just wanted other men's wives, especially beautiful ones. He and Feng had often fantasized online, mostly describing in words how Feng would make love to his wife. During their second meeting, he had saved nude photos of his wife on his phone and showed them to him one by one. Later, Feng successfully made love to his wife. Unfortunately, Feng wasn't his wife's type. After that get-together, she lost interest in him. Feng, though enjoying the experience, didn't pester him. That's why he thought Feng was a good candidate. Feng's appearance at this moment instantly caused his hormones to surge, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind. This idea had actually been brewing in his mind for a long time. In fact, during many intimate moments with her, he had vividly imagined similar scenarios, and sometimes she would respond to him. Sometimes he felt he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. Therefore, this time, he didn't think too much about the nature of this act or how she would react. He seemed to have made up his mind in that instant. He asked, "Something good happened today, want to come?" Feng asked, "What is it?" He said, "Just tell me if you're coming or not, I'll make you feel amazing." Feng didn't ask any more questions and simply said, "Yes." So, he told Feng to pick him up from work immediately and told him to shower and brush his teeth at home. Apparently, he didn't even bother eating and went straight to shower. Forty minutes later, Feng's car arrived. He sat in the passenger seat without a word and told Feng to go to Liberation Square. On the way, he started seriously thinking about how to proceed. He couldn't let Feng know anything about her. Although he trusted Feng's character, this involved her family, so he had to be careful. He told Feng not to ask anything and not to leave her contact information. Feng seriously agreed. Halfway there, they stopped at a convenience store and bought a box of condoms. Although he was used to not using condoms for the first half of sex with her, this time with a stranger, things were different. On the way, he received a message from her asking, "What are you doing?" He said, "I couldn't wait any longer, so I came out." She said, "Really?" He said, "When have I ever lied to you?" But a thought crossed his mind: this time, he'd been secretly plotting something big. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. She said, "I'm coming out now. Where are you?" He said, "Almost at Liberation Square. I'll wait for you at our usual spot." She said, "Okay." After parking the car, he got out of the passenger seat and sat in the back. He rolled down the window, glancing at the exit of the residential complex every now and then. Soon, he saw her emerge from the complex wearing that dress. She wore sunglasses, and her long hair was gently tied up. The dress was a Chinese-style design with blue and white porcelain accents, a slight cheongsam style, perfectly suited to her figure. He was captivated by her slender waist, often forcefully pulling her close in the street, holding her tightly in his arms. She wore sheepskin sandals, the delicate buckles gleaming, her slender, white legs peeking out from under the skirt, extending into the fabric. Underneath the skirt was a mysterious, fiery body; just thinking about it made him hard. The crucial point is that she might actually be going topless, thus, beneath her beautiful married woman image lies a sexually alluring naked body. Perhaps, at this point, her vagina might already be producing lubrication; the stimulating sensation of exposure would undoubtedly make her involuntarily wet. She looked around, but...She didn't see him. He immediately stuck his head out of the car, waved at her, and called out, "Here!" She looked over, hesitated for a moment, then a smile popped into her eyes, and she quickly walked a few steps to the car. He seemed a little guilty, so he immediately opened the car door, got out, and grabbed her hand. Feng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned around and introduced her, saying, "This is a friend of mine. He just came from out of town to visit me. We have to have dinner together." She felt awkward, looking at the man in front of her, hesitant to speak. She often asked herself why she couldn't refuse his embarrassing requests. She remembered when she first met him six months ago, noticing that the talkative and lively man across from her would often pretend to glance at her unintentionally. Whenever their eyes met, her face would burn. Later, chatting on WeChat, he became even more unrestrained in saying things that made her blush. Even though they hadn't met in person, she was still incredibly shy, her face flushed. Once, she took a picture of herself blushing and showed it to him. He was overjoyed and teased her even more frequently. It was as if he possessed magic, leading her to experience pleasures she had never known before. During this process, she hesitated, worried, regretted, and felt guilty. But she discovered that he truly loved her and was an exceptionally good man in every way. It was just that they were destined to be apart. Because of responsibility, both of them suppressed their desires, and it was precisely this restraint that made their difficult love all the more precious. She secretly decided that as long as he loved her, she would continue to love him. Finally, they could meet. He even suggested that he not wear underwear again. So shy! But she almost immediately decided to listen to him. When she was with him, she felt relaxed. She felt he was someone who could handle everything, and she didn't need to be afraid. Like a little deer, she skipped and hopped to find the dress. She also liked this dress very much because he had told her that it suited her perfectly, giving her a gentle and graceful air reminiscent of a woman from the Republican era. She took off her underwear, leaving only her bra, and then put on her skirt. The cool sensation below was a little strange. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, thinking that she was indeed stunningly beautiful. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy things he would take her out to this time. Whenever she was with him, crazy things never seemed crazy; they were just ordinary things. He started to get nervous, stammering as he continued, "Is there anywhere to eat nearby? Let's eat first." She was a very considerate woman, and she was a little flustered. She had initially thought it was just her beloved coming; if she had known a stranger would be coming, she would never have come out without underwear. She vaguely felt that he seemed to have some kind of scheme, because he had often said things like that, but she also felt he wouldn't be so reckless. Perhaps it really was his friend who had come unexpectedly, she kindly convinced herself, her expression softening. Feng greeted her at the opportune moment, "Hello, sorry for the abruptness. This time it's on me, to make amends." Although it wasn't a funny joke, she found it amusing and chuckled softly, which she considered a greeting. The atmosphere quickly eased. He gently pulled her into the car, then slipped inside as if escaping, closed the door, and quickly rolled up the window. The car fell silent. The atmosphere became a little awkward again, so he quickly told Feng to go to Yutian Villa, saying the food there was good. It was a suburban restaurant, quite far. He said that on purpose; the distance would make it easier to carry out his plan. She was still a little flustered, so she remained silent. After a while, he quietly touched her hand, turned his head, and smiled ambiguously at her. She smiled sweetly. Encouraged, he immediately placed his other hand on her thigh, his fingers beginning to tug at her skirt. She protested silently and tried to stop him with her other hand. He didn't speak, just stared at her lecherously, his left hand gently yet possessively holding her hands, while his other hand continued to lift her skirt, gradually revealing her fair thighs. She was a little anxious, but dared not cry out. Feng understood, pretending to drive very seriously, completely unaware of what was happening behind her. In the tug-of-war, she gradually gave up resisting, though he still managed to slip his lecherous hand under her skirt, but she pressed her hands tightly against her genitals, because she didn't want him to know she wasn't wearing underwear, and that she was already wet. He wasn't in a hurry, slowly caressing the inside of her thighs, smooth and incredibly soft to the touch. He released her hands, his right arm around her waist from behind—wow, her waist was so supple. He pulled her a little closer to him, so that she was basically hidden behind the driver's seat, making her feel safer. His left hand slowly began its assault on her private parts. Her resistance gradually became ineffective. She looked at him, protesting with her eyes. He smiled, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Trust me, it's okay. I won't hurt you." Just those words disarmed her. She didn't understand why she trusted a stranger she'd only known for six months so much. But she trusted her judgment. Over the past six months, she'd made many judgments about him, all based on her feelings. She was willing to believe him. He easily touched her private parts. She wasn't wearing underwear, and her pubic area was already soaking wet, the sparse pubic hair glistening. Her smooth labia were full, and her vaginal opening opened and closed, releasing hot breath. He caressed the tender private parts of the gentle married woman before him with great affection, his penis rapidly swelling, as if about to explode. His heart was pounding in his chest as his plan was about to succeed. He and she had made love many times in the car, many times even during the day. But today, just half a meter away, there was another man, offering a completely different level of stimulation. She was a beautiful woman who easily enjoyed sex. Normally, she was so graceful and dignified, but when naked with her lover, she could easily and completely immerse herself in sexual pleasure, without any burden. He admired this about her; it was the most genuine worship of sex, completely unpretentious. He suddenly inserted two fingers into her vagina. Her vagina was particularly wet today. He gently moved his fingers in and out, and after only a few strokes, she began to writhe. She was conflicted; she grabbed her lover's hand, trying to stop him, but he continued to slowly but powerfully insert his fingers into her vagina. It felt so good, and the stranger in front of her seemed unaware. And even if he did, it didn't matter; he would protect her. Maybe he would even let that man join in… Oh God, why was she thinking this? But she couldn't help but guess. She was a lucky woman. Her husband loved her deeply. From the beginning of their courtship, he pursued her relentlessly. After marriage, he was even more attentive and protective, afraid of being coveted by others. He had even once gone so far as to frantically warn another man who liked her. She often felt proud of how much her husband cared for her. Ten years into their marriage, through their hard work, the pressure of life lessened, and their love grew stronger each day. Their financial situation improved, and her husband spoiled her even more. One day, her husband told her he had cuckoldry desires. He also told her that this was based on his overwhelming love for her—a perverse love. That's how they met. Who knew that he, like her husband, was also a man with cuckoldry desires? Even more unbelievably, he fell in love with her. She leaned gently against him, her lower body unbearably itchy. She wanted to stop, but didn't know how. Suddenly, he removed his hand from his genitals, then clasped his hands together, preparing to pull her onto his lap. She instinctively resisted and cried out. Feng instinctively looked back. The silence in the car was broken. She shouted, "What are you doing?" She said this to hide her panic. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became comical. But he remained surprisingly calm. He held her tightly and said, "She's alright, he's the one I found, very reliable, trust me, everything will be alright." He understood that all he needed to do was soothe her anxiety, to make her understand that nothing would happen. Because she was already aroused, and she definitely enjoyed exciting sex. Sure enough, she wasn't so agitated anymore, just looking deeply at him, at the man who had made her so flustered. She realized she'd been set up when she got into the car. However, being with him had made her much bolder. They had made love countless times on city rooftops, under bridges, in cars, and of course, in hotels. These were things she would never have dared to try with her husband before. He had also told her many times that he wanted to bring a stranger to have sex with her. Undeniably, hearing the word "fuck" made her heart flutter. An image flashed in her mind: a naked stranger on top of her, watching with a blissful, lewd smile. ... Her mind went blank; she consciously tried not to think about what was happening. His strong arms pulled her up to his lap, and he regained his composure, looking at her with deep, passionate eyes before kissing her. She closed her eyes, and just like that...She let him kiss her. He was like a lion, frantically sucking on her lips. She offered her tongue, which he immediately took into his territory, gently and passionately enveloping her. He deftly lifted her skirt, leaving her almost completely naked inside the car. Behind her, just across the driver's seat, sat a man she had only met ten minutes earlier. Her private parts were overflowing with lustful fluids, and his hands cupped her buttocks, repeatedly caressing them. She couldn't help but begin to moan softly, her tongue actively searching for him. He loved her tongue's initiative, saying it was a fatal temptation for him. He stopped, quickly pulling down his pants. In the summer, he was dressed simply, easily revealing his throbbing penis. He guided his hard penis to her wet vulva, thrusting upwards until it was fully inside her warm honey pot. Both of them groaned simultaneously. She felt incredibly ashamed and buried her head in his shoulder, hiding herself completely. It seemed that this way, the strange man in front of her wouldn't see her. His penis began to stir inside her, and that familiar, pleasurable feeling immediately returned. His glans touched her clitoris, sending electric shocks from her cervix all the way down to her throat, a tingling sensation like a snake with a red tongue, devouring her. She was going crazy. She lifted her head and kissed the man frantically, her hips involuntarily twisting, seemingly trying to escape the pleasure, but actually welcoming the even more intense ecstasy. Suddenly, she felt a rough hand on her back; it wasn't his. She opened her eyes and realized that Feng had parked the car in a deserted area, where no one was around. Feng was now sitting next to her. He seemed very excited, his eyes blazing, staring intently at her naked lower body. He was even more wicked, pulling Feng's hand to her white, fleshy buttocks. She had long anticipated that the man in the seat in front of her would succeed today. In the short time she'd been there, she couldn't help but secretly observe this stranger: sharp features, dashing good looks, a high nose bridge, deep eyes—he gave off a mysterious aura. She chuckled to herself, thinking that men with large, thick noses also had equally large penises. Thinking this, her private parts began to wet again. Now, this man named Feng had already touched her buttocks. Good heavens, they'd only met less than half an hour ago! She was now in a daze, completely infatuated. Since meeting this man, she no longer recognized herself. How could her classmates, colleagues, and suitors possibly imagine that her teacher, usually as dignified as a goddess, was actually naked down there, her white, fleshy buttocks facing a handsome stranger, her pink vulva flowing with fragrant nectar, opening and closing as if welcoming a guest? Feng's large hand slowly caressed her buttocks, his palms like electric currents, radiating from her sensitive center, spreading throughout her body. Her blood boiled, and her face flushed. "Who's touching me?" she asked, feigning ignorance to mask her inner panic. Her remaining pride and shame both wanted him to stop and urged him to do more. "Heh." Feng chuckled awkwardly, partly to avoid further embarrassment. He looked at her with a half-smile, as if it had nothing to do with him. How could it have nothing to do with her? He had clearly orchestrated everything! Feng showed no sign of stopping. His other large hand rested on her shoulder and slowly moved forward, reaching her breasts. Feng's hand was too large, completely covering her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were his favorite. He loved kissing them, loved touching them, and whenever her breasts were touched, her vagina would become incredibly wet. Feng's two hands simultaneously caressed her buttocks and breasts. His left hand stroked her buttocks, occasionally reaching forward intentionally or unintentionally to touch her wet labia, but he wouldn't move too far forward to avoid touching his penis. His right hand was roughly kneading her breasts, his large, fleshy palm covering her small, soft breasts, creating a visually striking image of a beast sexually assaulting a beautiful woman. The roughness of his touch made her feel as if she were being raped. Now, all she could think about was wanting to be fucked by Feng. She felt an urgent desire to see what this man named Feng's penis looked like. A wicked smile remained on his lips as he slowly stopped thrusting, simply looking at her flushed face. He lifted her skirt, pulling it up to her waist. She gasped, trying to pull it down, but he firmly held her hands. "What are you doing?" "Hehe, showing a handsome guy your pussy, I guarantee he'll like it." "I won't show it to him." "You've already let others touch you, what's a little glimpse? Beautiful women should be fucked by men, haha." He always fantasized like this during sex, but unexpectedly, he finally couldn't resist and turned his usual fantasies into reality. Fortunately, this man was handsome, her type, and had excellent manners; like her, he was a reassuring man. Birds of a feather flock together, it seems. Feng's situation was awkward; he was sandwiched between the two driver's seats, and his large frame made this position extremely uncomfortable after a while. He couldn't freely sexually harass her, and further actions were inconvenient and painful. He pulled his penis out and had her turn around, sitting with her back to him. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with Feng, her legs pressed tightly together. He slipped his hand between her thighs, slowly moving towards her genitals. He precisely located her clitoris and gently massaged it with his fingers. She was about to go wild again; his touch felt so good. Every time in the car, he would touch her there, and she would uncontrollably orgasm and squirt. She writhed like a snake. He used his other hand to pull her thigh open, and as if bewitched, she opened her mysterious, sacred private parts, revealing a pair of green eyes! She closed her eyes; she accepted it. She felt his hand leave, replaced by another, rougher, more forceful hand. Like a hungry wolf, it excitedly explored her virgin territory. Feng circled her labia with his fingers; she was about to explode, her lower body like a broken dam, constantly leaking fluid uncontrollably. Her labia were smooth and tender, like white jade, the moisture making the touch even more delicate. Feng took a deep breath; the woman before him was too beautiful, too sexy. At this moment, he only wanted to devour the beauty before him. He had no mental burden. He was like someone watching porn, watching everything with great interest. He didn't sit idly by; instead, he slowly removed all her clothes. She was completely naked, her legs spread wide, facing Feng, her mysterious vulva shimmering like a flower. He grasped her breasts from behind, gently caressing them. Unlike Feng, he treated every part of her body with such deep affection. When making love with him, she could deeply feel his love. His gaze was always so intense and focused; she could see herself reflected in his eyes. She felt suspended in mid-air; in fact, she truly was, her legs off the ground, every sensitive part of her body being played with by the man. He kneaded her breasts, while Feng below had already inserted two fingers into her honeypot. Sandwiched in the middle, she was completely exposed to the stranger, her most private parts revealed to him, her most wanton allure also presented to him. Her naked body was so beautiful, a body that made one tremble, igniting the passion of the two men in the car. He stopped what he was doing and said to Feng, "You come." With a brief exchange, everything was clear to the two men. He laid her down on the back seat, leaned over, gently stroked her cheek with his right hand, and kissed her, looking at her affectionately. He said, "I'm going to the front." She said, "Don't go." He got up anyway, opened the car door, and Feng climbed in. The door closed again. Feng lewdly and superfluously said, "I'm here, haha," and pounced on her, kissing her burning lips directly. Whether he got in or not, she didn't care. At that moment, her mind was a mess, filled with extreme passion and confusion. The strange man on top of her was handsome and strong, exuding masculinity, and his crotch was bulging. When Feng's body pressed against hers, she clearly felt a large, hard mass of his groin pressing against her lower abdomen. She involuntarily stuck out her tongue and accepted Feng's kiss. Feng, restless, kissed her wildly while his hands forcefully kneaded her breasts, squeezing her delicate breasts in his hands, constantly changing their shape. He was too heavy, pressing her down so she couldn't move at all. The itching deep inside her vagina only intensified, and her vaginal fluids flowed incessantly. Feng got up again and began to remove his clothes. Now she lay naked in the back seat of the car. Her delicate breasts were finally free from the brutal assault. Her abdomen was free of any excess fat, her skin like porcelain. Her sparse pubic hair was tightly packed in a small tuft, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. The mysterious triangle, with two lines extending deep into the center of her thighs, guided the man into her enchanting cavern. Slender as she was, she possessed remarkably full vulva, pink and tender, like a virgin's. Even after having given birth, her vagina was still so tight. The inner walls of her vagina had many deep grooves, making it very...It writhed violently, sucking and biting at the invading penis, driving him to madness with ecstasy. Feng quickly removed his clothes, revealing a massive penis, twice the length of his own! And incredibly thick! This ferocious weapon pointed directly at her, its beautiful color and glistening glans as thick as her arm, glistening with pre-ejaculate. She was intoxicated. What would it feel like to have such a huge thing inside her? Feng moved forward slightly, and she didn't know why, but she inexplicably grabbed the huge penis in front of her with both hands, stroking it with great pleasure. Feng felt extremely comfortable and took a deep breath. Looking at the beautiful married woman below, completely naked, so obediently grasping his prized penis, Feng couldn't help but feel extremely proud. Few women hadn't expressed dissatisfaction with this penis. Feng had heard before how dignified the married woman was, but now she was his plaything. Feng imagined her in her elegant uniform in class, and his penis grew even harder. She took the massive penis in her mouth, then spat it out, licked the huge glans with her tongue, and then swallowed it again. It was so big, her mouth was completely full, but the feeling of fullness was intoxicating. Women are easily fascinated by large penises, there's no way around it. Soon, she began to suck on Feng's penis rapidly. Feng was experiencing intense pleasure, and he inserted all three fingers into her vagina at once. Due to the constant flow of fluid, her vagina easily accommodated Feng's thick fingers. He was still so restless, and his fingers began to thrust rapidly. The inner walls of her vagina began to undulate violently, and the warm, wet flesh around her made Feng's fingers feel very comfortable. It was very slippery inside, and a large amount of vaginal fluid was brought out by his fingers. Her buttocks were already soaked. After being quickly thrust into dozens of times by Feng, she felt an electric current deep inside her vagina, striking a specific spot. A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body, her lower body began to tremble violently, then extended to her upper body—she had orgasmed. She just kept trembling, and Feng was stunned. She had orgasmed so easily; he had never seen such a sensitive woman. During the brief finger penetration, he had felt the extraordinary sensation of her vagina—wet, slippery, and warm, it seemed to suck and bite at any intruding object, tightly enveloping you. Her vagina seemed fragile, like her whole being, light and agile, so delicate that a gentle touch seemed like it might tear you apart. In short, the woman before him was amazing. He wished he could fuck this beautiful and wanton woman often! Feng couldn't help but have a thought. Feng didn't let her trembling go unchecked. He quickly took out a condom, put it on, lifted her legs, leaned forward, aimed his glans at her vagina, and slowly inserted it inch by inch. It was too big; it filled her instantly. Luckily, her vagina was well-lubricated, otherwise, wouldn't she have fainted from such a large penis? Feng inserted it, his huge penis completely inside, pressed tightly against her private parts, leaving only his testicles outside. He held her waist and began thrusting rapidly like a pile driver. Her small body was pressed down by Feng, his hands completely encircling her slender waist; she was like a doll, being violently manipulated by Feng. Soon, she felt herself climaxing again. She moaned and gradually became frantic. Feng continued to thrust into her at a fast pace, without stopping for a moment. It was then that she noticed he was driving. At this moment, she looked out the window and realized the car was moving, and it was in the city! She didn't know when he had somehow driven the car back into the city! Outside, the streets bustled with traffic, while inside the moving car, a scene of passionate love unfolded: two naked people were entwined, the man's enormous penis thrusting rapidly in and out of the woman's vagina. Suddenly, the car stopped at an intersection, waiting for the red light. Among the waiting cars was a Meituan delivery electric scooter. The driver, wearing a Meituan uniform and helmet, stared intently at the traffic light, seemingly ready to dash out the moment it turned green. His seat was right by the rear window, his high position meaning he could easily see her naked body if he turned his head! But he didn't; he seemed completely oblivious to the passionate scene inside. She grew anxious, hoping the green light would come quickly so she could escape this dangerous place. At least being on the move made her feel safer. Time dragged on, and Feng's massive penis continued its relentless thrusting. She had to endure it, afraid of making a sound and alerting the deliveryman outside. Finally, the light turned green, and the car slowly started moving. The delivery guy also started his vehicle and drove forward. Suddenly, he seemed to see a glimpse of eroticism inside the car. He glanced inside, seemingly surprised and unable to believe his eyes. He accelerated and moved closer, simultaneously ensuring safety and checking for other vehicles. By the time he could see clearly, the car had picked up speed and slowly pulled away. She felt that the delivery guy had just seen her naked, at least her face, and even her breasts! Oh my god, she was lying there so wantonly, completely naked—it was so shameful! Maybe one day, the delivery guy would come to her office and recognize her… Thinking of this, her vagina became wet again; the sensation below was too intense. Feng's weapon was too powerful; she gradually stopped paying attention to what was happening outside the car, her body burning again. Feng's thrusting speed increased, the car filled with the sounds of "slap slap slap" and "sizzle sizzle" of vaginal fluid. "Ah, I can't take it..." She climaxed again. Feng also reached his peak, ejaculating a stream of masculine energy, his penis swollen and erect. She clung tightly to Feng's broad chest, letting herself tremble like a lotus flower in the rain, her body shaking from the force of his ejaculation. The afterglow of her orgasm gradually subsided. Feng greedily kissed her entire body, kneading her breasts. She felt like crying; it felt so good. Yet, she also felt betrayed, as well as shyness and self-doubt. What was wrong with her? Why had she so easily accepted the advances of a stranger after just a few words from him? And yet, there was also joy, because the man before her was truly handsome... "Damn, that's really crazy," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse. Only then did she realize why she had ignored him earlier. She slowly shifted her body, trying to keep some distance from Feng, but after such intimate contact, and being completely naked, how could she possibly maintain any distance? She felt both wanton and happy, so free. With him, she didn't need to worry about anything; she could simply enjoy everything he arranged. Her heart fluttered, her expression became alluring, her eyes glistening. She said to Feng, "Give me back my skirt." That coquettish tone was truly captivating, sending shivers down her spine. Feng, like a fool, handed her the skirt. She didn't put it on, just casually draped it over herself, covering her private parts. She sat up, leaning back in her seat, her hair disheveled and loosely draped over her chest. She pulled the skirt up again, covering her breasts. He pulled over, turned his head, and smiled (a slightly stiff smile), saying, "Was it good?" "Hmph, you guys are so bad, I'm going to sue you for rape, haha." At that moment, she herself didn't know what her true feelings were during this banter. “Hehe, rape is good. I’m coming.” He immediately found a good excuse, opened the car door from her side, and climbed in. The outside wind blew in, blowing against his naked body, feeling slightly cool. Feng awkwardly moved from the gap between the back seats to the passenger seat, where he adjusted his clothes. He hugged her, and the moment he touched her hot body, his previous stiffness and embarrassment vanished. He no longer hesitated; his only goal was this stunning beauty in his arms! He kissed her, while his left hand touched her vulva, and his right hand wrapped around her from the front, caressing her left breast. He touched her with a vengeful intensity, unusually rough, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body. She felt his madness, and a slight pain, but more than anything, she was aroused. She was stirred by him, re-entering a state of burning passion. After changing his clothes, Feng got into the driver's seat. Since it wasn't suitable for long-term parking and there was a lot of traffic, Feng started the car again. He had already pulled down his pants, his rock-hard penis glaringly erect. Without a word, he picked her up, cupped her buttocks with both hands, aligned her opening with his glans, and thrust his body upwards, instantly penetrating her warm, wet vagina! Her legs were wide open, her private parts pressed tightly against his, her body held tightly, only his penis pounding into her with short, heavy strokes! She was completely frantic at this moment. In such a short time, she had been fucked twice by two men, and neither of them were her husband! But both men were her type. She didn't want to think too much; she just wanted to completely succumb to this moment. She even wanted to get out of the car right now, naked, and run through the bustling city, letting every man freely admire her body.He wanted to caress her body, to let every man (href="http://136546.com">a wife with no censorship for a long timerape her with his dirty penis. He quickly ejaculated, and she climaxed again. He held her tightly, kissing her. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, onto her nipples. At this moment, she felt no resentment towards him. He held her tightly, and she was captivated by his burning gaze. She was willing to do anything for him. He started to talk to Feng casually, intending to avoid awkwardness, but the more he talked, the more awkward it became. The atmosphere in the car began to become strange. She slowly calmed down, a strong sense of shyness rising within her. She wanted to get dressed. The three people in the car fell silent, only the sound of her dressing could be heard. The short time felt unbearable. Fortunately, she didn't have many clothes, just a dress, and she was dressed quickly. He made Feng pull over, then pulled her out of the car. He didn't even say a word to Feng. After getting out, he immediately hailed a taxi. In the car, he just held her tightly, saying nothing more, not even looking her in the eye. She naturally felt an unspeakable awkwardness, unsure how to face him. She began to worry about how he would see her. But wasn't all of this his arrangement? During sex, he always described it that way, wasn't it all for today? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, but then she thought it was okay, he must have changed his mind, he was jealous. She thought, men, they really are so childish. Wait for him, let's see how he behaves, humph. His feelings were extremely complicated. He had been looking forward to today so much. On the way to see her, his heart was pounding. When Feng first touched her, he felt like he was about to explode. But when he got out of the back seat and back into the car, seeing Feng on top of her, so roughly kneading her breasts, he seemed calm, without any arousal. After that, he calmly watched her and Feng make love passionately. He started with a smile, but it gradually froze. When he was having sex with her, he felt a desire for revenge; perhaps at that moment, he felt she had betrayed him? He had never been so rough with her before; maybe he just wanted to end it all quickly. He wanted Feng to leave, but he didn't know how to start, how to ease the awkwardness. He awkwardly asked Feng to move aside, without even saying goodbye, just wanting to escape. He held her hand, saying nothing, his mind racing. What would happen next? How could he have known he'd be so jealous? He thought that now that it was just the two of them, they could recapture their former intimacy. But that wasn't the case. There was a strange feeling in the air, making them both uncomfortable, something they couldn't shake off. They were trapped, as if imprisoned. He started overthinking again: She seemed to really like Feng. And Feng's thing was so big; damn, any woman would like that. Would she fall for someone else? And she, too, had something on her mind. She seemed certain of him, yet also uncertain. And what about Feng? Would they ever meet again? [The End]

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