A nightmare you can't wake up from

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The night was long, with a light drizzle...

...Irreversible, yet I didn't want to give up...

I suddenly had an impulse to rush down and end it all. —But then, the scene changed. The
young man suddenly pushed the snow-white woman sitting on him.

—The movement was almost hysterical. I thought someone had come, and I felt a little worried,
nervously looking around...

The shadows of the rainy night rose and fell in the corners... No one came, and I couldn't see anything unusual. There was nothing around except the sound of the wind blowing
through the trees...

I looked back at the scene with some confusion. The woman who had just been having sex was now getting up. She was carefully
spreading her legs to pull away the young man's glans so as not to hurt him. I watched her careful movements and thought
numbly —had this woman become so despicable?

The young man didn't appreciate her tenderness. He pushed her without any restraint before she had even stood up properly.

She stumbled and fell onto the car I was sitting in, "Bang!" Her hand slammed against the car, making
a sound. The empty car creaked and groaned as she slammed against it...

I swayed from side to side with the car like a drunkard, my heart suddenly feeling like a depleted battery, the
initial surge of energy vanishing completely...

The woman was right in front of me. She immediately turned around and kept looking at the small man. Her body was completely black due to
the backlight , only her twisted neck was snow-white, giving her a strangeness in the lamplight...

My heart felt a numbness akin to "a death of the heart"...

The small man behind her was just a small black shadow due to the backlight. I couldn't make out the features on
his face , only a black blob. He stood thin behind the woman's full buttocks.

—His hips were only half the width of the woman's buttocks in front of him...

He stood in front of that huge, snow-white buttocks like a thin, dark child, creating a sense of oppressive
oppression.

The disproportion in size was incredibly strong…

The small man's thin, bony hand rested on her snow-white buttocks. I felt a
chilling sense …

He pressed down forcefully on her wide, white buttocks, like he was pressing down on a large piece of livestock.

The oppressive feeling brought about by their size had become distorted; my heart felt heavy…

—I've heard it said that relationships between people depend on who cares more. The one who fears
losing the other more will inevitably be the one being dominated. Am I more afraid of losing her than Lin Qian?

—What about Lin Qian's feelings for Yang Taozi…?

I dared not think about such questions…

I always felt this was a problem that could be solved…

The small man outside the car window was pressing down on Lin Qian's buttocks.

—I knew this small man was doing this because he was too short to reach her lower body.

—The woman seemed to understand as well. She began to cooperate with him…

I leaned coldly against the worn-out seat back, glancing sideways at everything outside the window. Exhausted, she didn't want to
endure her cruelty, yet she was powerless to escape…

She looked back at the young man's questioning eyes, slowly squatting down as he guided her hand. The young man
remained silent…

The woman's buttocks lowered slowly…

—Squatting like this must be very strenuous. After squatting to a certain point, she instinctively
grabbed the corner of the front window, preventing herself from falling.

That familiar, long, slender hand, wet with rain, was right in front of me…

A mixture of coldness, numbness, and stinging pain welled up inside me, yet I felt as if I couldn't feel anything at all…

The young man outside the window continued to press down on her buttocks…

Given the difference in their height, she should have squatted down enough.

But he continued to press down, even after reaching a height where he could penetrate…

—She seemed to suddenly resist. The long, slender hand in front of me turned white from the force.
The young man didn't speak, continuing to press down on her buttocks…

I suddenly realized what this young man meant—he wanted her to kneel, to receive his penetration from behind.
Lin Qian seemed to understand, which is why she resisted; she had never liked this position—and Yang Taozi clearly wanted to
further conquer her…

—The two were locked in a silent negotiation…

The woman wasn't cooperating…

She wiggled her hips, looking back at the short man—trying to be coquettish. I could only see her dark back;
I guessed she must be pouting and making some kind of expression. But the little man didn't react…

My heart felt numb and then cracked…

Her snow-white hands struggled palely…

repeatedly…

…Finally, she gave up…

She finally knelt on the ground…

The snow-white woman buried her head in her chest, sticking out her hips, facing the little
man who wasn't even half the width of her hips.

That position pierced my numbness, a subtle, bone-deep pain in my heart…

She stopped speaking, stopped trying to please him.

From the moment she knelt on the ground, she kept her head down, silent, lost in thought…

She looked somewhat lost, her body a cold white in the drizzle.

—But she didn't object to the little man's wantonness…

One of her hands was still resting on the windshield, and because her head was lowered, I could see her familiar slender waist and
her fair, plump, peach-like buttocks. All of this was now lying there, completely at his mercy…

and behind her, controlling everything, was a short, dark shadow. That little dark shadow, like someone who had achieved
a great victory, was triumphantly caressing that slender waist and buttocks…

The contrast between that withered little dark hand and that snow-white, plump buttocks was indescribably painful to the eye
…

through the old glass window. Everything looked unreal. She was clearly awake! —If her previous
behavior was a kind of infatuation, what was her current behavior? A kind of submission, degrading herself while fully conscious?

I seemed to be in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from…

The little black figure behind her patted her plump buttocks wantonly. The woman's buttocks lifted slightly in perfect unison
after . The wound in my heart reopened with each pat of that small hand…

Because of the backlight, I couldn't see the little man clearly. But I knew what he was going to do next—something he had done many times before.
The thing—insertion!!

...A cold pain in my heart...accompanied by my deep, slow breathing...

This was the first time he had formally and directly made this woman kneel willingly, allowing him to enter from behind...

The woman knelt there silently, her head bowed. Her hands, pale, gripped the car's windshield, as if
lingering on something.

That little black hand patted her buttocks again, the soft, white flesh trembling...—

The woman obediently spread her legs wider, her white buttocks sticking out even higher.

My mood plummeted...

cold and numb...

I saw the thin hand supporting the woman's round, white buttocks, his thin hips twisting and turning, aiming at
the target from all sides...

The woman buried her head even lower towards her chest, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. Ignoring what the person behind me was
doing...—

The little black man pushed forward slightly, "Hmm..." she groaned softly...

The white body swayed forward...—

She was very tight, it definitely couldn't be inserted, this was just a wanton attempt. The little man's two small, black hands then parted her

peach-like, snow-white buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart. There was
an arrogance and unrestrained air about him, like a general standing on a platform facing his thousands of troops. Then, he grasped each half of her buttocks with both hands, thrusting his hips to press the tip of his black penis against the center. The movement resembled a gymnast preparing to step onto the parallel bars… Then, he took a deep breath —leaning forward—slowly…pressing his entire weight down… her head drooped even lower… I heard her panting… … Outside the car door, something I'd seen many times before was unfolding… a kind of stalemate… … The sound of the wind… silence… … Then—I heard the woman, "Ah—" a long, drawn-out sigh, like a long sigh , yet tinged with some other feeling and helplessness… I felt the car begin to sway gently… her long hair draped over her snow-white, bare shoulders, shimmering in the light like the mane of some animal. She moved slowly, rhythmically, back and forth with her head down, making me feel like she was a newly tamed mare . Silence... the unspoken understanding between the two... I heard the wind laughing in the cold rain, and my heart felt like it was being slowly rubbed by a file—slowly but painfully... The car seemed to be shaking a little faster... —Behind her smooth back, the small black figure was moving back and forth. The thin hips slapped against the wider, fuller, rounder buttocks of the woman, her flesh vibrating and undulating with the impact, rhythmically and undulating like water... Fine rain, falling leaves... In front of this dilapidated car, a thin, deformed man, like an underage child, was having intercourse with the snow-white, round woman in front of him ... —The two figures, one large and one small, joined together, collided without a sound, like an old-fashioned black-and-white silent film. But this seemingly childlike man possessed a penis more terrifying than any adult's. He moved slowly, leisurely swaying his hips, pulling his penis all the way to its end; in the shadow of the light, it was a long, thin black rod. For a fleeting moment, as he pulled it to the end, there was a reflection of water —which made me think of a whip soaked in water… As he fully inserted it back into the crevice between those two soft, round, white labia, the woman would thrust forward sharply . The carriage would sway and make a "creak!" sound… and this action repeated continuously, the carriage creaking and groaning—like a swaying carriage moving along… and the little man was a coachman wielding a whip. The woman, her lowered forehead moving rhythmically back and forth in front of the carriage door, was like a mare pulling the carriage . This old carriage, reduced to its shell, had been hollowed out, just like my love. I felt the force of the small man pounding against the woman; in his weak shaking, my empty love trembled and swayed, like a carriage traveling in the wind and rain. —The driver was my woman's lover, and pulling the carriage was my snow-white, naked woman… Where were we going? I was tired, staring blankly at the swaying black roof of the carriage, like someone rusting… Then, suddenly, everything stopped. The carriage stopped “moving forward.” I looked out the window in confusion, but first I saw her; she was looking up in confusion, turning back to look at the coachman driving her carriage. —Lin Xi's proportions were really good; her upper body and face were relatively thin, her waist slender, but her breasts and buttocks were large—a woman with a perfect figure… I saw her snow-white nape of her neck again… [The End]

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