BMW

That happened during my senior year of college. It was a snowy night. Around midnight, I received confirmation that my girlfriend had been cheating on me. My mood was as cold as the weather outside the window, freezing the entire city of Beijing. I was too proud to tell my roommates, and feeling suffocated, I couldn't sleep, so I went outside to smoke in the snow. After smoking half a pack, I still wasn't relieved, so I went to a large internet cafe near the school to play World of Warcraft to vent. That night, the internet cafe wasn't crowded, and I chose a quiet corner to unwind. After playing for over an hour, the two people around me paid and left, leaving me with a whole row of computers. Then a couple came in and chose two empty computers behind me. I glanced at them and noticed they were a perfect match; the man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and they were both very stylishly dressed, resembling South Korean celebrities. I wondered why people like that would come to an internet cafe. I was feeling incredibly jealous because my girlfriend cheated on me, so whenever I saw couples, I naturally started cursing them. While playing World of Warcraft, I cursed the two of them behind me for betraying each other. And my curse actually worked! Less than five minutes after they sat down, I heard a loud slap: *slap!* I immediately turned around and saw the man standing there, covering his face and glaring angrily at the woman. The woman coolly pointed and, in a low voice, yelled at the man, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now!" The man didn't say a word and left. Only the woman remained sitting silently in front of the computer. I immediately thought to myself, "The man was probably having an affair online, and the woman brought him to the internet cafe to confront him." I laughed so hard. I turned around and carefully examined the woman. I noticed she was ruthless, but possessed a refined air. She looked to be around 26, but her skin was like a young girl's—fair and smooth, almost oily. She had straight, chin-length hair, and her eyes were deep and cold, giving her a rational yet fashionable appearance. Her attire was also stylish: a short black leather jacket, a bohemian shawl draped over her shoulders, grey plaid wool trousers, and high-quality pointed boots. Having a woman like that as a girlfriend and still cheating—that guy really didn't know how lucky he was. The woman sat there for a long time without leaving. I turned back and played some World of Warcraft, but I couldn't concentrate. My girlfriend's betrayal had deeply hurt me, and with such a beautiful woman sharing my pain, I naturally had some adventurous thoughts: could we comfort each other? The more I thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, so I went to the administrator to change my computer and shamelessly sat down next to the woman. As I got closer to the woman, I noticed how incredibly beautiful she was, almost like she'd had plastic surgery. No wonder she looked so much like someone from South Korea. The woman was staring at the screen, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to someone sitting next to her. I felt pressured to approach such an elegant woman. Several times I tried to talk to her directly, but I chickened out. Finally, I took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, and pretended to look for a lighter, muttering, "Hey? Where's my lighter?" My lighter was in my pocket. Of course, this was just an act for the woman to hear. She still didn't notice me. So, I boldly tapped her on the shoulder and politely asked, "Excuse me, could I borrow a light?" The woman glanced at me and retorted, "Do I look like someone who needs a light?" I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I blurted out, "I think you have quite a fire." A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she turned away, ignoring me. I figured my chances of striking up a conversation with her were over, but I continued pretending to look for a lighter. Then, the woman made her move. She pulled a gold Dupont lighter from her bag, lit it with a "ding," and handed it to me. Anyone who's heard a Dupont lighter light knows how pleasant and crisp the sound is. When I heard that "ding," my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I quickly lit my cigarette and went to borrow a light, saying to the woman, "Thanks. You really do have a lighter." The woman remained rather indifferent, ignoring me. But by then, I was emboldened by the Dupont's "ding," and tried to make conversation, saying, "Your boyfriend's cheating on you, aren't he? Go beat him up." The woman gave me an unhappy look. I didn't back down and continued, "My girlfriend is cheating on me with other men too. I came to this internet cafe because I'm so depressed I can't sleep." I thought this would win her sympathy, but she just retorted, "No one will think you're mute if you don't talk." I said, "Yes, I know. But I won't get your attention if I don't talk." She scoffed, "Why would you want my attention? Are you crazy?" I said, "If wanting to get the attention of a stunning beauty is considered crazy, then I'm crazy." She was exasperated and couldn't yell at me anymore. She didn't respond, and honestly, I didn't know what to say either. We just sat there looking at our own computers for about five minutes. I kept trying to find something to say, but I really didn't know what. I felt that if I didn't say anything now, we definitely wouldn't be able to comfort each other tonight. In a moment of panic, I pulled out my phone, typed a message, and handed it to the woman: "May I have the honor of inviting you out for a drink?" Without hesitation, she picked up her bag and said, "Let's go." I hadn't expected her to agree so readily; I was still stunned when she stood up. Seeing that she had already walked several steps away, I realized she had agreed and quickly followed. We walked side by side, neither of us speaking. She wasn't very tall, only about 1.7 meters in her heeled boots, a far cry from my 1.97-meter height. Later, when we went to the counter to pay, I offered to pay for her, even though she hadn't been there long and hadn't spent much. As we left the internet cafe, the still-falling snowflakes stung our faces. The night wind was incredibly cold. I saw the woman shivering slightly and wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but then I felt it wouldn't be appropriate—we weren't that close yet—so I didn't do it. The woman came out and saw me following her. She asked, "Where's your bike?" I had come by bicycle; we used to ride bikes to school back then. Instinctively, I pointed to my bike and said, "Over there. What, you want me to give you a ride? Aren't you afraid of slipping and falling?" The woman smiled helplessly, took out a set of car keys from her black handbag, and pressed the key on a row of cars downstairs. Two "beep" sounds, and a silver BMW Z4 lit up! I wasn't just dumbfounded, I was completely, utterly, and utterly dumbfounded! I wanted to give her a ride on my bicycle, but she had a BMW sports car! I felt like I'd dug myself into a hole. The woman didn't seem to care about my ignorance. She walked to the sports car, opened the door, and while brushing the snow off herself, asked, "Aren't you coming?" "Come, come..." I followed her blankly, brushed the snow off my clothes, and got into the car with her. The car hadn't been parked long; the heater was still warm inside, so it wasn't cold. My size is just too big for a single-seat sports car like the Z4, and it's a bit cramped inside. Whether the woman was genuinely considerate or worried I'd damage her car, after starting the engine, she pressed the electronic button to adjust the seat. That made me a little more comfortable. The woman didn't say anything, just rubbed her hands together to warm them, put her bag on the back rack, and started driving. I didn't know what to say to such a formidable woman, so I just sat quietly in the car, letting her take me wherever she wanted. But after about half an hour, I started to get restless because I realized this woman was taking me to the suburbs. Remembering the viciousness with which she hit that man earlier, I started to worry that she might be involved with the underworld. My heart pounded, and I feigned composure, asking her, "Sister, where are you taking me?" The woman, hearing me call her "sister," gave a soft snort and said, "What, are you scared?" I said, "In the middle of the night, a strange, beautiful woman in a sports car is trying to drag me to some remote, desolate place. If I said I wasn't scared, I'd be a coward." The woman smiled sweetly but didn't say anything. I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering if I'd encountered some kind of pervert. I quickly said, "Sister, let's turn back. I'll take you to your place; it'll definitely cheer you up." The woman said, "The place I'll take you to will be even more entertaining." I said with a bitter face, "Where? Is it hell?" The woman laughed and said, "Don't ask. Just sit tight and you'll see when we get there." The more she said that, the more panicked I became, so I quickly said, "Sister, please understand, I'm just a poor student on a bicycle. My country hasn't even watered my flowers yet; I'm worthless. Please don't overestimate me." The woman didn't say anything, just smiled and drove. No matter what I said, she wouldn't turn around. Helpless, I could only wait to see where she would take me. Another half hour passed, and the woman had driven to a remote place I absolutely didn't recognize. I looked out the window; the snowflakes were falling beautifully, but all around was an abandoned factory, eerily quiet. The woman made a turn and drove the car into a dark corner.I pulled the handbrake, and the car stopped. I was initially worried that the woman was going to sell me, and I didn't know why she had brought me here. After she turned off the interior lights and even the heater, I felt a strange emotion permeate the car. Snowflakes kept falling from the car window, large hexagonal snowflakes covering the window in just a couple of minutes. I turned to look at the woman and found her expression very calm, so I asked her, "Sister, what are we... doing?" The woman turned her head and looked at me with a subtle fragrance, asking me in return, "What do you think? Why did you ask me out?" Her words made sense to me. I swallowed hard and asked her, "Is there a place around here where we can get a room?" The woman said directly, "Isn't the place where we're sitting a room?" I was a little dumbfounded: "In the car? Isn't this a bit too cramped?" The woman smiled faintly, took off her shawl, awkwardly placed it on the handbrake, and then, surprisingly, sat down on me. She sat sideways on me, like someone sitting sideways on the back of a bicycle. I'm already quite large, and with someone on my lap, you can imagine how cramped the car became. Luckily, the Z4's design is fairly ergonomic; the seat can be adjusted slightly to create some space. Things had already progressed far beyond my expectations, so what could I say? My heart stirred, and I reached out to hug her. But she didn't want me to hug her, brushing my hands away and continuing to move closer. After several adjustments, she finally straddled me comfortably. I leaned back in the BMW's soft seat, holding onto her thighs, looking at her with a mixture of longing and shyness. The woman placed her hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a subtly suggestive gaze, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?" I shook my head dumbfounded, "First time." Hearing this, the woman's expression became even more suggestive. She stroked my chest muscles through my sweater and said, "Are you good?" I was slowly getting into the mood, and from behind, through her wool pants, I wrapped my arms around her beautiful buttocks, deliberately thrusting my hips forward and pressing my already somewhat erect member against her, saying, "What do you think?" The woman smiled seductively and subtly, her eyes so alluring that I wanted to fuck her right then and there. Unfortunately, the car was too cramped, and I was pinned down by her, unable to move. I could only anxiously try to unzip her leather jacket. The woman, however, was compliant, helping me take off her leather jacket. Underneath, she was wearing a pure white wool sweater, the kind that was form-fitting, making her two breasts, neither too big nor too small, very prominent. I couldn't resist touching them. Then the woman pressed herself close to me and gave me a French kiss! Her breath smelled of smoke, and so did mine, so the French kiss wasn't very effective. But the force of the kiss was strong; we both took off our shirts, and the violent shaking shook some of the snow off the car windows. Although it was winter and the car wasn't heated, the atmosphere was so warm that I didn't feel cold at all. I held the woman tightly and kissed her passionately, while she playfully rubbed her breasts against my chest. I unbuckled her belt and slipped my hands inside her pants, playing with her soft buttocks. Perhaps because she often drives, her buttocks were much larger than her breasts; they felt like a lump of flesh, incredibly satisfying to the touch. Then she unbuckled my pockets and reached into my underwear, eagerly playing with my penis. My penis was quite large; she couldn't even grasp it with both hands. I think that when she touched something like that, she definitely wanted me to have her immediately. She pressed herself against me with fiery passion. I wanted to flirt a bit more, but the car was too cramped; I couldn't move at all. I had to twist my arms to reach under her panties, and by the time I did, she was already soaking wet. Just a light touch to her labia was enough for her to moan softly, then she bent over and stood up, struggling to move her legs, then straddled me, placing her legs on the driver's seat and laboriously removing her boots and pants. She was wearing a black lace thong, which she hadn't taken off. I, in my haste, pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, revealing my erect penis standing starkly in the middle of the soft seat. The woman wanted me to have sex with her, but I was reluctant. I desperately wanted this elegant and wealthy woman to give me oral sex, to suck my cock. So I pushed her waist, guiding her to kneel on the driver's seat. She knew I wanted oral sex without me saying anything, and could only lean over and eagerly perform it. I felt my penis being sucked by a very strong, soft mouth, and I leaned back on the soft seat to enjoy it. The woman was quite serious about her oral sex, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I wondered if she was having an affair and giving oral sex to other men like this? In a moment of excitement, I grabbed the woman's hair and pressed her head down hard, making her speed up her pace. The woman didn't expect me to be so bold as to grab her hair and press her down, and she looked at me with a particularly submissive and charming gaze, and started sucking me very quickly. I was having an incredibly good time, and seeing that the woman was also leaning forward and looked quite tired, I asked her to help her up. Holding her soft elbows, I pulled her onto me. The woman was finally able to be fucked by me. She straddled my lap, pulled her thong to the side, and carefully sat on my penis, which was already so hard it was about to burst out of the sky. My penis is nearly 20 centimeters long, and the woman could only sit halfway down before she couldn't take it anymore. Her face contorted with unbearable desire, she closed her eyes, hissing softly, afraid to sit any further. Meanwhile, I was just starting to enjoy myself. I grabbed her waist and thrust upwards with all my might, plunging my entire penis into her honeypot. The woman's head nearly hit the sunroof from my thrusts, and she gripped the roof with both hands, repeatedly shouting "No!" I didn't care about her cries. You brought me here, and now you're saying no? What kind of logic is that? I held her waist, using the cushioned seat and the car's shock absorbers to thrust into her again and again. She cried out in pain, like she was giving birth, trying to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her like that. Unfortunately, the car was too cramped; she couldn't escape me. The more she tried to escape, the deeper I thrust, until finally I pulled her completely into my arms, holding her like an iron clamp and thrusting relentlessly. The snow outside was scattered by our movements. The hazy night shrouded a violently shaking sports car, its engine humming softly. It was my first time experiencing something like that. Although the space to move was limited, it felt like sitting on a sex machine, the soft vibrations sending both of us to wonderful orgasms. Even at the end, the woman was still crying out, "No!" She felt my erection, the signs of me about to ejaculate, and tried to push me away, pleading, "Don't ejaculate inside me, it's not my safe period!" I didn't want to ejaculate inside her either, but our positions were stuck in the car. I tried to pull out, but I couldn't get away. I managed to pull halfway out before losing control, and in my excitement, I thrust it all the way back in. At that moment, my penis was at its largest, probably as big as a schoolchild's fist, completely forcing open her vagina. With a thud, a gush of hot fluid shot into her uterus. The woman, having been brought to ecstasy by my ejaculation, didn't care about anything else, still trembling against me from the afterglow. I was also infected by her passion, holding her waist, and in my semi-erect state, I gave her another orgasm. Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At her wet, inviting lips, I made love to her again. The second time was more intense than the first; the sports car almost fell apart from the shaking, and it lasted a long time—probably almost an hour and a half before I ejaculated. We tried every possible position we could in the car. After the second ejaculation, I was completely exhausted, and she was even more exhausted. She was too tired to move, so she just lay naked in my arms and fell asleep. I also fell asleep. She woke up after about two hours and woke me too, and we cleaned up the mess. A lot of my semen had spilled onto the leather seat, and it took her a long time to clean it up. After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city. She took me back to school. During this time, neither of us asked each other's names, or even used any form of address. When we arrived near the school, as I was getting out of the car, the woman, who had regained her composure, took her Tupon lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and calmly said, "This is for you." I didn't take it, silently got out of the car, and then leaned back to say to her, "Forgetting is the best gift we can give each other." The woman must have been stunned by my words; she was speechless for a long time. I, on the other hand, had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back. My nonchalant departure wasn't to act cool; it was out of a bit of cowardice. This woman's silent demeanor truly terrified me. Society is too dark these days; I know there are some things I can't afford to play with. I hope she can truly forget me."Should I give this to someone else?" In a moment of excitement, I grabbed the woman's hair and forcefully pressed her head down, making her speed up her movements. The woman didn't expect me to be so bold as to grab her hair and press her down. She looked at me with a particularly submissive and alluring gaze and quickly began to suck me. I was incredibly aroused at that moment. Seeing that the woman was also leaning forward and seemed quite tired, I helped her up. Holding her soft elbows, I pulled her onto me. The woman was finally able to be fucked by me. She straddled my lap, pulled her thong to the side, and carefully sat on my already engorged penis, which was almost bursting out of the sky. My penis was nearly 20 centimeters long. The woman could only sit halfway down before she couldn't take it anymore. Her face flushed with unbearable desire, she closed her eyes and hissed softly, afraid to sit down any further. I, on the other hand, was just beginning to enjoy it. I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards with force, sending my entire penis surging into her honey pot. The woman nearly hit her head on the sunroof when I jolted her, her hands gripping the roof, repeatedly shouting "No!" I ignored her. You brought her here, and now you're saying no? What kind of logic is that? I held her waist, using the cushioned seat and the car's shock absorbers to thrust into her again and again. She cried out in pain, like she was giving birth, trying to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her. Unfortunately, the car was too cramped; she couldn't escape. The more she tried, the deeper I thrust, until finally I pulled her completely into my arms, holding her like an iron clamp and thrusting relentlessly. The snow outside was scattered by our movements. The hazy night shrouded the violently shaking sports car, filled with the sounds of passion, in darkness. It was my first time experiencing something like that. Although the space was limited, it felt like sitting on a sex machine, the soft vibrations bringing both of us to a wonderful climax. Even at the very end, the woman was still shouting "No!" She sensed that I was getting very excited down there and was about to ejaculate. She tried to push me away and begged me, "Don't ejaculate inside me, it's not my safe period!" "I didn't really want to ejaculate inside her, but unfortunately, we were stuck in the car. I tried to pull out, but I couldn't get away. I managed to pull halfway out, but then I lost control and, in a moment of excitement, I thrust it all the way back in. My penis was at its biggest then, probably as big as a schoolboy's fist, and it completely forced open her vagina. With a bang, a gush of hot fluid shot into her uterus. The woman was ecstatic from the ejaculation and didn't care about anything else; she was still trembling on top of me from the afterglow. I was also infected by her passion, and while I was half-erect, I gave her another orgasm. Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At her wet lips' invitation, I did it with her again. The second time was more intense than the first. The sports car almost fell apart from the shaking, and it lasted a long time. I think it lasted almost an hour and a half before I ejaculated. We tried every position we could in the car." After ejaculating a second time, I was completely exhausted, and the woman was even more so. She was too tired to move, so she just lay naked in my arms, leaning against me, and fell asleep. I was so tired that I also fell asleep. She woke up after probably less than two hours, and we cleaned up the mess together. A lot of my semen had spilled onto the leather chair, and it took her a long time to clean it up. After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city. She took me back to my school. During this time, neither of us asked each other's names, or even used any form of address. When we got near the school, as I was getting out of the car, the woman, who had regained her composure, took her Dupont lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and calmly said, "This is for you." I didn't take it, silently got out of the car, and then leaned back to say to her, "Forgetting is the best gift we can give each other." The woman was definitely stunned by my words; she was speechless for a long time. I, on the other hand, had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back. My nonchalant departure wasn't to act cool; it was out of fear. This woman's silence truly terrified me. Society is too dark these days; there are some things I know I can't afford to play with. I hope she can truly forget me.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/188926.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=188926&aspx=1

Previous Page : 【Chaos in Another World】(Chapter Two: Fallen Siblings)

Next Page : 【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Unabridged Volume 5, Chapters 166-174)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

BMW

comment Open a new window to view comments