A different kind of car sex

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The dining table was cleared away. The carriage was spacious again. For a short while afterward, neither of them spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Ah..." Lin Panpan stretched, feeling quite satisfied with her meal. It would be even better if the carriage could travel more smoothly. But how could an ancient carriage compare to a modern car? Besides, the road wasn't that straight.

Geng Yang was just figuring out how to keep her firmly by his side when he was drawn to her kitten-like yawn. He saw that she was wearing the rosy gauze dress he had personally chosen for her, her cheeks flushed, her almond eyes slightly narrowed, looking a little sleepy, much like the Tang San Miss who had grown tired of reading in the study years ago.

He pulled her into his arms and asked affectionately, "Tired?"

Lin Panpan was a little surprised, but thinking that she now depended on this uncle for food, clothing, shelter, and even getting home, she had no choice but to bow her head under his roof!

"Not tired, just a little bloated from the food." As she spoke, she let out a long "Ah..."

Her cherry-like lips were sometimes pursed, sometimes rounded, her yawn sounding more like a coquettish tantrum. Geng Yang's heart itched, and his dragon below stirred again.

He smiled, pulling her onto his lap, licking and kissing her way down her neck and temples. His slender fingers secretly slipped under her skirt, his large hand exploring and probing within the folds. A moment later, before Lin Panpan could resist, his slender middle finger, which had lingered at the entrance for so long, bent slightly and thrust forcefully into her warm crevice.

"Mmm..." Lin Panpan moaned softly, her eyes flushed, looking at him with a hint of anger, but her body moved in the opposite direction, suddenly feeling weak all over, as if she were melting into his body. She clung tightly to him, tightening her lower abdomen!

Feeling that his fingers were overflowing with enough slippery nectar, he finally stopped his kissing, which was ostensibly a flirtatious kiss but was actually a way of igniting fire all over her body. Geng Yang's large eyes curved slightly as he withdrew his now-wet and sticky fingers, moving them along her burning skin to her inner thighs. He pulled open the thin rope tied around her thighs, and with a "snap," the embroidered, semi-transparent, shimmering gauze dress that Lin Panpan had just finished making and tried on for the first time, now soaked with nectar, was 'ruthlessly' tossed aside by Geng Yang.

One large hand tightly embraced her back, while the other returned to its position. Taking advantage of Panpan's dazed state from his kisses, a finger squeezed into her tight petals.

"Mmm..." she breathed softly in his mouth, her words immediately swallowed by Geng Yang, their lips and teeth pressed even more tightly together, their tongues intertwining.

His fingers probed inch by inch, then withdrew, then probed again, then withdrew again. As her warm, moist body slowly relaxed, he gently inserted a second finger, bending the pad and slowly kneading and rubbing it inside the narrow entrance of her paradise.

"Mmm..." Lin Panpan's mouth was still tightly held, unable to speak. A familiar tremor spread throughout her body, and she could only wrap her arms around Geng Yang's neck, pressing her body close, as if all her reliance was on him.

"Panpan, relax..." He released her mouth, patting her slightly trembling, dazed eyes, and softly comforted her. His two fingers were positioned halfway between her private parts, the narrow inner walls contracting tightly, resisting them. He dared not force his way in and could only remain still.

The soft touch carried subtle teasing, and Lin Panpan felt an indescribable pleasure. "Mmm..." She hugged Geng Yang tighter, moving closer to him, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

He was reacting.

Geng Yang looked at her, bewildered, his deep, starry eyes slowly darkening. His long, slender fingers slowly withdrew from her trembling, narrow body. He pulled one of her hands down, placing it on his throbbing, aching member. She recoiled as if burned, her face instantly flushing crimson. But this time, Geng Yang wasn't so lenient. He gripped her hand tightly, pulling it back to cover his swollen, erect member once more.

The burning heat transferred to her palm, the bulging veins seeming to flow with life.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a deep, unyielding desire.

She looked back at him helplessly, reflexively shaking her head. But when she saw a flicker of sadness in his weathered eyes, a wave of guilt washed over her, and she almost immediately, hastily, overturned her previous opinion, nodding repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

Alas… she couldn't bear to see him so heartbroken and dejected.

Seeing this, Geng Yang's lips curled into a slight smile. His starry eyes blinked, the gloom vanishing, replaced by a triumphant air. He gently cradled the back of her head and lowered his head for a deep, passionate French kiss. Taking advantage of Panpan's dizziness from the kiss, he repeated his previous act, lifting one of her jade-like legs and placing it on his waist. His fierce, thick member aimed at her flower-like opening and thrust in with a powerful thud, penetrating to the very root.

"Ugh..." she groaned softly. The immense force of the impact caused her to immediately lose her balance, falling sideways. Geng Yang pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Her full, high, white breasts pressed softly against his firm chest.

At this moment, Lin Panpan had lost all support. The only place that gave her a sense of ground was the point where they were joined together. His thick, hard member thrusting inside her gave her, in that instant, the feeling that it was supporting her entire life.

Geng Yang steadied her body, and the massive dragon inside her stirred, beginning to slowly thrust in and out. She clung tightly to his neck, and he steadily supported her hips, his movements gentle, each rhythmic thrust tender and slow, yet deep. His thick dragon insisted on penetrating deep inside, pressing against her sensitive spot before withdrawing. "Mmm... ah... ah..." she bit her lip lightly, breathing slightly rapidly, her trembling, exhausted body rising and falling with his movements. A fine layer of sweat glistened on her rosy skin.

Geng Yang lightly kissed Lin Panpan's delicate, slightly parted lips, then moved to her rounded earlobe, saying in a low, pleasurable voice, "Is it comfortable?" After saying that, one hand probed into her petals, sharply probing the erect nipple. In the fleeting moment of her dazed gaze, he thrust his hips forward, and the massive dragon that had just withdrawn from her opening squeezed back tightly into her narrow body. The swollen, enormous head forcefully stretched open her narrow passage, and with each deep, forceful thrust, a tingling current of electricity surged from her lower body, rapidly invading her limbs and bones.

"Ah..." A rush of air escaped her throat, and she couldn't help but scream, her body arching backward, her lower abdomen contracting rapidly. Suddenly, she realized there might be someone outside the carriage, and immediately covered her mouth to prevent any further sound, her body tensing up.

"Ugh..." Geng Yang groaned deeply, his brows slightly furrowed. The massive dragon buried inside her was being tightly gripped, the narrow, warm inner walls pressing in from all sides, as if trying to strangle and devour him.

Outside the magnificent carriage, there were numerous sounds of horses' hooves, wheels, and conversations, all so close, so clear. If anyone couldn't resist the allure of this magnificent carriage, a mere lift of the curtain would instantly reveal a breathtaking panorama of springtime beauty.

But who would dare risk their life by lifting the curtain? Everyone knew that the aloof general had brought back a strange, unfamiliar woman, and he doted on this woman who had appeared out of nowhere. No one had ever seen him so tender.

Lin Panpan squinted, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, afraid to make a sound. Her taut nerves couldn't suppress the increasingly violent pounding of her heart, her breathing heavy and rapid. Her dazed eyes followed the increasingly powerful thrusts and pounding of the man's weapon, blurring the light and shadow.

"General..." A soldier rode up, about to ask a question, but was interrupted by a servant standing guard.

"Shh! The general is busy, do not disturb him."

The dining table was cleared away. The carriage felt spacious again. For the next short while, neither of them spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Ah..." Lin Panpan stretched, feeling quite satisfied after a good meal. It would be even better if the carriage could travel more smoothly. But how could an ancient carriage compare to a modern car? Besides, the road wasn't exactly straight.

Geng Yang was just figuring out how to keep her firmly by his side when he was drawn to her kitten-like yawn. He saw her wearing the rosy gauze dress he had personally chosen for her, her cheeks flushed, her almond eyes slightly narrowed, looking a little sleepy—just like the Tang San Miss who had grown tired of reading in the study years ago.

He pulled her into his arms and asked affectionately, "Tired?"

Lin Panpan was a little surprised, but considering that she now depended on this uncle for food, clothing, shelter, and even getting home, she had no choice but to submit.

"Not tired, just a little bloated from the food." As she spoke, she let out a long "Ah..."

Her cherry-like lips were sometimes pursed, sometimes rounded, her yawn sounding more like a coquettish tantrum. Geng Yang's heart itched, and his dragon below stirred again.

He smiled, pulling her onto his lap, licking and kissing her way down her neck and temples. His slender fingers secretly slipped under her skirt, his large hand exploring and probing within the folds. A moment later, before Lin Panpan could resist, his slender middle finger, which had lingered at the entrance for so long, bent slightly and thrust forcefully into her warm crevice.

"Mmm..." Lin Panpan moaned softly, her eyes flushed, looking at him with a hint of anger, but her body moved in the opposite direction, suddenly feeling weak all over, as if she were melting into his body. She clung tightly to him, tightening her lower abdomen!

Feeling his fingers overflow with enough slippery nectar, he finally stopped his kissing ostensibly foreplay, but in reality, he was igniting fire all over her body. Geng Yang's large eyes curved slightly as he withdrew his now-wet and sticky fingers, moving them along her burning skin to her inner thigh. He pulled the thin rope binding her thigh, and with a "snap," the embroidered, semi-transparent, shimmering gauze dress that Lin Panpan had just finished making and was trying on for the first time, now soaked with nectar, was 'ruthlessly' tossed aside by Geng Yang.

One large hand tightly embraced her back, while the other returned to its place. Taking advantage of Panpan's dazed state from his kisses, a finger slipped into her tight petals.

"Mmm..." she gasped softly in his mouth, her words immediately swallowed by Geng Yang, their lips and teeth pressed even more tightly together, their tongues entwined.

His fingers probed inch by inch, then withdrew, then probed again, then withdrew again. As her warm, moist body slowly relaxed, he gently inserted a second finger, bending the pad and slowly kneading and rubbing it inside the narrow entrance of her paradise.

"Mmm..." Lin Panpan's mouth was still tightly held, unable to speak. A familiar tremor spread throughout her body, and she could only wrap her arms around Geng Yang's neck, pressing her body close, as if all her reliance was on him.

"Panpan, relax..." He released her mouth, patting her slightly trembling, dazed eyes, and softly comforted her. His two fingers were positioned halfway between her private parts, the narrow inner walls contracting tightly, resisting them. He dared not force his way in and could only remain still.

The soft touch carried subtle teasing, and Lin Panpan felt an indescribable pleasure. "Mmm..." She hugged Geng Yang tighter, moving closer to him, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

He was reacting.

Geng Yang looked at her, bewildered, his deep, starry eyes slowly darkening. His long, slender fingers slowly withdrew from her trembling, narrow body. He pulled one of her hands down, placing it on his throbbing, aching member. She recoiled as if burned, her face instantly flushing crimson. But this time, Geng Yang wasn't so lenient. He gripped her hand tightly, pulling it back to cover his swollen, erect member once more.

The burning heat transferred to her palm, the bulging veins seeming to flow with life.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a deep, unyielding desire.

She looked back at him helplessly, reflexively shaking her head. But when she saw a flicker of sadness in his weathered eyes, a wave of guilt washed over her, and almost instantly, she retracted her earlier opinion, nodding frantically like a chick pecking at rice.

Sigh… In the end, she couldn't bear to see him so heartbroken and dejected.

Seeing this, Geng Yang's lips curled into a slight smile, his starry eyes blinking, the gloom vanishing instantly, replaced by a triumphant air. He gently cradled the back of her head, lowered his head, and gave her a full-blown French kiss. Taking advantage of Panpan's dizziness from the kiss, he repeated his previous act, lifting one of her jade-like legs and placing it on his waist. His fierce, thick member, aimed at her flower-like opening, thrust in with a powerful thud, penetrating to the very root.

"Ugh…" she groaned softly, the immense force of the impact causing her to immediately lose her balance, falling sideways. Geng Yang pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Her full, high, white breasts pressed softly against his firm chest.

At this moment, Lin Panpan had lost all support; the only place that gave her a sense of ground was the point where they were joined together. His thick, hard member thrusting inside her gave her, in that instant, the feeling that her entire life was being supported.

Geng Yang steadied her body, and the massive dragon inside her stirred, beginning to slowly thrust in and out. She clung tightly to his neck, and he steadily supported her hips, his movements gentle, each thrust tender and slow, yet deep. His thick dragon insisted on penetrating deep inside, pressing against her sensitive spot before withdrawing. "Mmm... ah... ah..." she bit her lip lightly, breathing slightly rapidly, her trembling, exhausted body rising and falling with his movements. A fine layer of sweat glistened on her rosy skin.

Geng Yang lightly kissed Lin Panpan's delicate, slightly parted lips, then moved to her rounded earlobe, saying in a low, pleasurable voice, "Is it comfortable?" After saying that, one hand probed into her petals, sharply probing the erect nipple. In the fleeting moment of her dazed gaze, he thrust his hips forward, and the massive dragon that had just withdrawn from her opening squeezed back tightly into her narrow body. The swollen, enormous head forcefully stretched open her narrow passage, and with each deep, forceful thrust, a tingling current of electricity surged from her lower body, rapidly invading her limbs and bones.

"Ah..." A rush of air escaped her throat, and she couldn't help but scream, her body arching backward, her lower abdomen contracting rapidly. Suddenly, she realized there might be someone outside the carriage, and immediately covered her mouth to prevent any further sound, her body tensing up.

"Ugh..." Geng Yang groaned deeply, his brows slightly furrowed. The massive dragon buried inside her was being tightly gripped, the narrow, warm inner walls pressing in from all sides, as if trying to strangle and devour him.

Outside the magnificent carriage, there were numerous sounds of horses' hooves, wheels, and conversations, all so close, so clear. If anyone couldn't resist the allure of this magnificent carriage, a mere lift of the curtain would instantly reveal a breathtaking panorama of springtime beauty.

But who would dare risk their life by lifting the curtain? Everyone knew that the aloof general had brought back a strange, unfamiliar woman, and he doted on this woman who had appeared out of nowhere. No one had ever seen such tenderness on his face.

Lin Panpan squinted, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, afraid to make a sound. Her taut nerves couldn't suppress the increasingly violent pounding of her heart, her breathing heavy and rapid. Her dazed eyes followed the increasingly powerful thrusts and pounding of the man's weapon, blurring the light and shadow.

"General..." A soldier rode up, about to ask a question, but was interrupted by a servant standing guard.

"Shh! The general is busy; do not disturb him."

[The End]

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