She in the passenger seat

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He hadn't seen her for thirteen days.
Time passed slowly, yet painfully. During these days apart, he missed her terribly, a heavy, suffocating feeling in his chest. Both
he and she were helpless, because 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 had 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 become so deeply entrenched in 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 destined 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 instructed 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, the situation was different. On the way, he received a message from her asking, "What are you doing?"

He said, "I couldn't wait any longer, I'm coming out."
She said, "Really?"
He said, "When have I ever lied to you?" But then he thought to himself, "This time, I've been secretly planning something big." He couldn't help but feel uneasy.
She said, "Then I'm coming out. 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 and kept glancing at the exit of the residential area.

Soon, he saw her indeed coming out of the complex wearing that dress. She was wearing sunglasses, and her long hair was gently tied up. The dress was a Chinese style with blue and white porcelain, a slight cheongsam style, which suited her figure perfectly. He was obsessed with her slender waist and often roughly grabbed her in the street, holding her tightly in his arms. She wore a pair of sheepskin sandals, the delicate buckles gleaming, and her white, lotus-like legs were exposed below the hem of the dress, extending all the way into it. Underneath the dress was a mysterious, fiery body, and just thinking about it made him hard. The worst part was that she was very likely going commando, so beneath her beautiful married woman image lay a sexually alluring naked body. Perhaps, at this moment, her vagina was already leaking fluids, the exposed stimulation would definitely make her involuntarily wet.

She looked around, but didn't see him. He immediately stuck his head out of the car, waved to her, and called out, "Here!" She looked over, hesitated for a moment, then a smile popped out, and she quickly walked a few steps to the car. He felt a little guilty, immediately opened the car door, got out, and grabbed her hand. Feng, 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 was embarrassed, 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, she noticed that the talkative and lively man opposite her would often pretend to casually steal glances at her. Her face burned whenever she met his gaze. Later, chatting on WeChat, he became even more unrestrained, saying things that made her blush. Even though they hadn't met in person, she was still incredibly shy, her face flushed. Once, she sent him a picture of herself blushing, and he was overjoyed, teasing her even more frequently.

He seemed to possess a magical power, leading her to experience pleasures she had never known before. During this process, she hesitated, worried, regretted, and felt guilty. But she realized he truly loved her, and he 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. So embarrassing, but she almost immediately decided to do as he said. When she was with him, she felt relaxed. She felt he was someone who could handle everything, and there was nothing to be afraid of. Like a little deer, she skipped and hopped to find the dress. She liked the dress very much because he had told her that it suited her perfectly, giving her a gentle, elegant look reminiscent of women from the Republican era. She took off her underwear, leaving only her bra, and then put on the dress. The cool sensation below was a little strange. In front of the mirror, she looked at herself repeatedly 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 for this time. Whenever she was with him, crazy things never seemed crazy; they were just ordinary things.

He started to get nervous and stammered, "Is there anywhere to eat nearby? Let's eat first." She was a very considerate woman, and she felt a little flustered. She had initially thought it was just her beloved coming; if she had known a stranger would come, 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 that he wouldn't be so reckless. Perhaps it really was his friend who had come unexpectedly, she told herself kindly, 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 joke, she found it amusing and gave a slight laugh, which she considered a polite 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, and he quickly told Feng, "Let's go to Yutian Villa, the food there is 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, using her other hand to stop him. He didn't speak, just leered at her, his left hand gently yet domineeringly 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, but he still slipped his lewd hand under her skirt, though she pressed her hands tightly against her genitals, because she didn't want him to know that she wasn't wearing underwear, and that she was already wet.

He wasn't in a hurry, slowly caressing the inside of her thighs, incredibly smooth and wonderful to the touch. He released her hands, his right hand wrapping around her waist from behind—wow, her waist was so soft. 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 sincere 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 forcefully 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…

Good heavens, how could she think like that? But she couldn't help but guess. She was a lucky woman; her husband loved her deeply. From the beginning of their courtship, he had pursued her relentlessly. After marriage, he was even more considerate and attentive, afraid that someone else might covet her. He had even once gone mad, warning a man who liked her. Thinking about how much her husband cared for her, she often felt a surge of pride. Ten years of marriage had passed, and through their hard work, the pressure of life had lessened, and their relationship had grown stronger day by day. Their financial situation had improved, and her husband had spoiled her more and more. One day, her husband told her that 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 had fallen 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 pulled his hand out of his genitals, then clasped his hands together, preparing to pull her onto his lap. She instinctively began to resist and cried out. This time, Feng instinctively turned around. 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 was 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 certainly enjoyed exciting sex.

Sure enough, she wasn't so agitated anymore, just looking deeply at him, at the man who had made her so helpless. She had 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 told her many times that he wanted to bring a stranger to have sex with her. Undeniably, hearing the word "sex" 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 didn't want to think about what was happening in detail. His strong arms pulled her up to his thighs. He regained his composure, looking at her with deep, passionate eyes, and then kissed her. She closed her eyes, letting him kiss her. He was like a lion, frantically sucking on her lips. She offered her tongue, which he immediately absorbed, enveloping her gently yet wildly. He deftly lifted her skirt, and now she was almost completely naked inside the car, with a man she had only met ten minutes earlier sitting just behind her in the driver's seat. Her private parts were overflowing with fluids, like a flood, while his hands cupped her buttocks, caressing them repeatedly. She couldn't help but moan softly, her tongue actively searching for him. He loved her tongue's initiative, saying it was a fatal temptation.

He stopped, quickly pulling down his pants. Summer clothes were simple, easily revealing his throbbing penis. He guided his hard penis to her wet opening, thrusting upwards until it was fully inside her warm honey pot. Both of them groaned simultaneously. She felt deeply ashamed and buried her head in his shoulder, hiding herself completely. It seemed that this way, the stranger in front of her wouldn't see her.

His penis began to swirl inside her, and that familiar, pleasurable feeling immediately returned. His glans touched her clitoris, sending electric shocks from her cervix 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 swaying as if 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 already anticipated that

the man in the front seat would take advantage of her today. In the short time she had been there, she had secretly observed this stranger: sharp features, very dashing. A high nose bridge, deep eyes, giving him a mysterious air. She chuckled to herself, thinking that men with large, thick noses also had equally large penises. Thinking of this, her private parts began to flow with lust 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 dazed and frantic; 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, plump buttocks facing a handsome stranger? Her pink vulva, flowing with fragrant nectar, opened and closed 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 knowingly, trying to hide her inner panic. Her remaining restraint and shame wanted him to stop, yet also wanted him to do more.
"Hehe." Feng chuckled awkwardly, partly to avoid embarrassment.

He looked at her with a half-smile, as if all of this had nothing to do with him. How could it be unrelated? It was clearly his doing! 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 big, completely covering her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were his favorites. 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 so as not to touch his penis. His right hand vigorously kneaded her breasts. His large, fat palm covering her small, soft breasts created a visual impact reminiscent of a beast sexually assaulting a beautiful woman. With that rough technique, she felt as if she were being raped. Now, what she was thinking was that she wanted to be fucked by Feng. She had an urgent desire to see what this man named Feng's penis looked like.

A wicked smile lingered on his lips as he slowly stopped thrusting, simply gazing 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 this handsome guy your pussy, I guarantee he'll love it."
"I won't show it to him."
"He's already been touched by others, 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 him, a man who made her feel at ease. Birds of a feather flock together, it seems.

Feng's situation was awkward; he was sandwiched between the two driver's seats, and his burly build made this position extremely uncomfortable after a while. He couldn't freely harass her either, 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, her eyes avoiding his gaze, her legs pressed tightly together. He slipped his hand between her thighs, slowly moving towards her genitals. He precisely located the 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 climax and squirt. She writhed like a snake. He pulled her thighs open with his other hand, and as if bewitched, she opened her mysterious, sacred genitals, 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 traced circles on her labia with his fingers. She was about to explode; her lower body was like a broken dam, constantly leaking fluid that she couldn't stop. Her labia were smooth and tender, like white jade, and the moisture made them even more delicate to the touch. 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 wasn't idle either; he slowly removed all her clothes. She was completely naked, her legs wide open, facing Feng. Her mysterious peach blossom cave shimmered with a crystal-clear luster, like a flower. He grabbed her breasts from behind, gently caressing them. Unlike Feng, he always treated every part of her body with such deep affection. When making love with him, she could deeply feel his love. His eyes were always so passionate and focused; she could see herself reflected in his eyes.

She felt herself suspended in mid-air; in fact, she was truly airborne, her legs off the ground, every sensitive part of her body being fondled by the man. He kneaded her breasts, while Feng had already inserted two fingers into her vagina. Sandwiched in the middle, her most private parts completely exposed to the stranger, her most wanton allure revealed to him. Her naked body was simply too beautiful, a body that made one tremble, igniting the desires of both men in the car.

He stopped what he was doing and said to Feng, "Come on." The two men understood everything in that brief exchange. He laid her down on the back seat, leaned over, gently caressed her cheek with his right hand, kissed her lips, looked at her affectionately, and said, "I'm going to the front." She said, "Don't go."

He still got up, opened the car door, Feng climbed in, and the door closed again. Feng said lewdly and superfluously, "I'm here, haha," and pounced on her, kissing her hot lips directly. Whether he got on the bus or not, she didn't have time to pay attention. At this moment, her mind was in chaos, and she was extremely confused and infatuated. The strange man on top of her was handsome and strong, exuding a masculine power, and his crotch was bulging. When Feng's body pressed down on her, she could clearly feel a large, hard mass of his groin pressing against her lower abdomen.

She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and accept Feng's kiss. Feng was restless on top of her, kissing her wildly while his hands forcefully kneaded her breasts, squeezing her delicate breasts in his hands and constantly changing their shape. He was too heavy, and she was completely unable to move under his weight. The itching deep inside her vagina became even more intense, and her vaginal fluids flowed out incessantly. Feng got up again and began to remove his clothes. She lay naked in the back seat of the car, her delicate breasts finally spared from brutal assault. Her abdomen was free of any excess fat, her skin like porcelain, and her sparse pubic hair formed a tight tuft, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. Her mysterious triangle, with two lines running deep into her thighs, guided the man into her intoxicatingly beautiful cavern. Slender yet possessing remarkably full vulva, pink and tender, like a virgin's. Even after childbirth, her vagina remained tight. The inner walls of her vagina had many deep grooves, and upon penetration, it writhed violently, sucking and biting at the invading penis, driving him to madness with ecstasy.

Feng quickly removed his clothes, revealing his enormous penis, twice the length of his own! And incredibly thick! This menacing weapon pointed directly at her, its beautiful color and glistening head as thick as her arm, glistening with pre-ejaculate. She was intoxicated. What would it feel like to have such a large thing inside her?

Feng moved forward slightly, and without knowing why, she instinctively grabbed the large penis in front of her with both hands, stroking it with obvious pleasure. Feng felt incredibly good and took a deep breath. Looking at the beautiful married woman below, completely naked, so obediently and automatically 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 about how dignified the woman before him was, and now she was his plaything. Feng imagined her in her elegant uniform in the classroom, and his penis grew even harder.

She took the massive cannon into 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 rapidly sucking on Feng's penis. 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 restless, and his fingers began to thrust rapidly. The inner walls of her vagina began to undulate violently. The warm, moist flesh around her felt wonderfully comfortable as Feng's fingers were caressed. It was very slippery inside, and a large amount of vaginal fluid was drawn out by his fingers. Her buttocks were already soaked. After Feng thrust rapidly dozens of times, she felt an electric current deep inside her vagina, hitting a specific spot. Then, a tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body, and her lower body began to tremble violently, extending to her upper body. She had an orgasm.

She just kept trembling like that, and Feng was stunned. She had orgasmed so easily. He had never seen such a sensitive woman. During that brief finger penetration, he had felt that the touch of her vagina was exceptionally good—wet, slippery, and warm, and it would suck and bite the intruding object, tightly enveloping you. Her honeypot seemed fragile, just like her whole being—light and agile, so delicate that a gentle touch seemed like it might pierce her. In short, the woman before him was simply too wondrous. He couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be to fuck this beautiful and wanton woman often! Feng

didn't let her trembling body rest. He quickly took out a condom, put it on, lifted her legs, and leaned against her, aiming his glans at her honeypot, slowly inserting it inch by inch. It was too big; she was instantly filled. Luckily, her vagina was well-lubricated; otherwise, would she have fainted from such a large penis? Feng had inserted it completely, his enormous penis pressed tightly against her vulva, leaving only his testicles sticking out. 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 fuck her rapidly, without stopping for a moment. Only then did she notice that he was driving. At that 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 driven back into the city! Outside, the streets were bustling with traffic, while inside the moving car, a scene of passion unfolded: two naked people were entwined, the man's enormous penis rapidly thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina. At this moment, the car stopped. It turned out they had reached an intersection and were waiting at a red light. Among the cars waiting in line was a Meituan delivery electric scooter. Wearing a Meituan uniform and a helmet, the young man was intently staring at the traffic light ahead, seemingly ready to dash out as soon as it turned green. And his position was right by the rear window; his seat was high enough that if he turned his head to look inside, he could see her completely naked! But he didn't; he seemed completely oblivious to the heated scene inside the car. She grew anxious, hoping the green light would come on quickly so she could escape this dangerous place. At least the car being moving made her feel safer. Time dragged on, and Feng's huge penis continued its relentless thrusting. She had to hold back, afraid of making a sound and alerting the delivery guy 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, hahaha." At this 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, touch her at will, and rape her with their filthy penises...

He ejaculated quickly, and she climaxed again.
He held her tightly, kissing her. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on her nipples. At that moment, she felt no resentment towards him. Held tightly in his arms, his burning gaze upon her, she surrendered, willing to do anything for him.

He began to make small talk with Feng, intending to avoid awkwardness, but the more he spoke, the more awkward it became. The atmosphere in the car grew strange. She slowly calmed down, a heavy sense of shyness rising within her, and she wanted to get dressed. The three people in the car fell silent, the only sound the rustling of her clothes; the short time felt unbearable. Fortunately, she didn't have many clothes, just a dress, which she quickly put on. He told Feng to pull over, then pulled her out of the car. He didn't even say another word to Feng.

After getting out of the car, he immediately hailed a taxi. In the car, he simply held her tightly, saying nothing more, not even making eye contact. She naturally felt an unspeakable awkwardness, unsure how to face him. She began to worry about how he would perceive 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, really can be 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. Afterwards, he calmly watched her and Feng make love passionately, initially smiling, but then his smile gradually stiffened. Then, when he was having sex with her again, he felt a desire for revenge. Perhaps at that moment, he felt betrayed? He had never been so rough with her before; maybe he just wanted to end it all quickly. He wanted Feng to leave quickly, but he didn't know how to start. He awkwardly tried to ease the awkwardness, unsure how to proceed. In the end, he stiffly asked Feng to move aside, without even saying goodbye, just wanting to escape as quickly as possible. He just held her hand, not saying a word, his mind racing with countless thoughts. What would happen next? How could he have known he would be so jealous? He thought that now that it was just the two of them, they could finally recapture that intimate feeling they used to have. But that wasn't the case. There was a strange feeling in the air, making both of them uncomfortable, something they couldn't shake off. They were trapped together. He started overthinking again: She seemed to really like Feng. And Feng's thing was so big, damn it, any woman would like that. Would she fall for someone else? And she, too, had something on her mind, seemingly certain yet uncertain about him. And that Feng, would they ever see each other again?

[The End]

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