A car is a man's mistress

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An Yi really liked her boyfriend Wilson, and her feelings only grew stronger each day. So, she wanted to help him,
to prove that she had other attractive qualities besides making coffee; of course, she also wanted to understand him more deeply.
But Wilson was incredibly uncooperative!
He showed no interest in telling stories, making it impossible for An Yi to learn anything about his past.
This frustrated her; she desperately wanted to know his past,
especially what he went through after running away from home, what led him to achieve his dream of working at a world-renowned supercar factory and receiving high praise.
But stingy Wilson wouldn't tell her, even saying she wasn't attractive enough.
If she wasn't attractive enough, then who was this annoying man who kept pestering her to work overtime every night?
However, she remained rational and decided to take it one step at a time.
She set her sights on his beloved car, his "little wife." Everyone says men love cars, and Wilson was a prime example. So she decided that giving his "little wife" a bath would mean giving Wilson's car a bath!
Since she couldn't contribute anything useful in car repair or modification, she could at least earn some points by keeping his car sparkling clean.
Wilson didn't refuse her request. As long as she was with him, he didn't really care what she did.
Besides, his relationship with his car was destined to last a lifetime; her willingness to learn more and develop a liking for cars was naturally a good thing for him.
Every man's dream was for his wife and his "little wife" to get along well!
Ever since An Yi sprained her ankle, Wilson had held a grudge against her high heels, so she had been allowed to wear casual clothes. Now that her ankle was fully healed, he still allowed her to not wear her company uniform or high heels to work.
With the weather getting hotter every day, An-Yi decided to spend quality time with Wilson's "little wife" on this particular day. She wore a short-sleeved t-shirt, hot pants, and flat sandals, all for the convenience of washing the car.
Because the repair shop was spacious enough, she specifically chose to wash her car next to his modified vehicle area; her thinking was simple: this opportunity to show off should be openly displayed in front of him!
But while she was busy washing her boyfriend's "little wife" thoroughly, Wilson, who was modifying a sports car nearby, became increasingly distracted.
He had been quite focused on his work, but upon hearing the sound of water and her exclamation, he couldn't help but turn around. He saw her short-sleeved t-shirt soaked with water, the thin fabric clinging to her shapely body, the alluring fabric almost concealing her curves, instantly sparking many wicked fantasies in his mind.
Since her clothes were all wet, An Yi decided to go all out and ignored them. After foaming the side of the sports car, she climbed barefoot onto the hood.
Watching her long, slender, white legs, kneeling on the fiery red hood, her beautifully curved, round, and pert buttocks swaying before him, Wilson suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
He was wearing a black overalls with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but he still felt stuffy, so he casually pulled down the zipper of his collar, revealing a muscular, alluring tanned chest.
Watching her diligently washing the car, her alluring body pressed against the vehicle, the fatal temptation made all his reason vanish.
He silently pressed the remote, completely closing the half-open iron gate of the repair shop, and then walked step by step behind what he saw as a little vixen having a great time playing with a bunch of foam. He even forgot he was still holding a wrench.
When his large, hot hand pressed against her round, firm buttocks, An Yi was startled and turned to face his half-open, bare chest.
"Ah, what's wrong with you?" Her heart pounded wildly.
A man in work clothes—so incredibly sexy!
She had heard many people talk about uniform fetishes before, and she thought it was just the fantasy of nerds.
But after seeing Wilson in his overalls, working diligently, she suddenly felt that uniforms were truly wonderful!
His well-built, beautiful physique, hidden beneath the black overalls, perfectly showcased his model-like broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Although he was tall, he never seemed clumsy; instead, he possessed a dazzling, sun-kissed quality like a Greek god…
Wilson clearly saw the intense longing in her eyes, which pleased him greatly; his attraction to her remained unchanged.
"I came to see if you were washing a car, or being washed by a car?" he said with a low laugh.
"What? Of course I'm washing a car!" Who washed the car? An Yi retorted, dissatisfied.
"Really? I've never seen a car washer get covered in foam." As he spoke, he lightly ran his wrench along her neckline, then down, tracing her rounded breasts through her clothes.
Startled by his teasing actions, An Yi also felt a strange thrill, especially since he was staring at her intently, his burning gaze seemingly piercing through her clothes.
"If I'm not washing cars, then what am I doing?"
Enjoying the sense of superiority that made her so attractive to him, she boldly reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, pressing her upper body against his bare chest, creating a somewhat competitive atmosphere.
"That's the answer I've been looking for." He lowered his head and bit her ear, speaking suggestively.
"So, did you get the answer you wanted?"
Her wet hands slowly slid down the back of his neck, inside his work clothes, gently caressing his half-naked chest.
Feeling his body tense slightly, she became even more playful, teasingly pulling down the zipper of his work clothes.
"You're not wearing anything underneath," she said coquettishly, while stroking his strong, muscular chest with fascination.
Feeling his body temperature rise rapidly, she felt an urge to make him lose control and go crazy for her.
Her smooth little hands roamed over his body, igniting a fire within him, arousing his desire to pounce on her and possess her fiercely.
"You're playing with fire," he said, his hand also wandering under the hem of her short t-shirt, quickly unhooking her bra and effortlessly grasping her round, full, alluring breasts.
"Mmm..." she whimpered as his slightly rough fingertips rubbed her sensitive nipples, her dark eyes looking up at him with a seductive allure.
"You little vixen," he said. He liked her usual innocent and adorable demeanor, but he also liked how she now seemed to be full of challenge, clearly trying to seduce him.
"Help me get off the boat." After caressing her alluring, full breasts for a while, he felt his lower body tightening more and more, so he simply opened his hands, letting her serve him.
An Yi was still kneeling on the hood of the car. Hearing his words, she straightened her upper body, grabbed the two sides of his work clothes, and slowly pulled them down. Then her cherry lips pressed against his face, kissing him gently and passionately, and then kissed her way down his neck, and then to his chest.
Her wet tongue and hot red lips moved slowly over his body, her hands pulling his clothes down, and then her bold red lips directly covered his brown nipples.
"An Yi!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Hehehe." This elicited a clear, crystal-like laugh from her.
"You'll have to put out the fire you started yourself!" His deep, magnetic voice carried a suppressed, extreme danger.
He flung his hands away, and the wrench and his overalls fell to the ground.
Hearing the wrench hit the ground and realizing someone was about to mutate, An Yun quickly withdrew her mischievous hands, stuck out her tongue, and turned to climb onto the roof of the car, attempting to escape.
But before she could take two steps, a strong, powerful arm grabbed her waist, and her body was pulled back, her buttocks pressed against something hot and hard.
"I've discovered another advantage of the car." His strong body enveloped her, his hands deftly unbuttoning and unzipping her hot pants.
"What advantage?" An Yun asked somewhat unwillingly. How could a man think of his car and his concubine when his wife's beauty was before him?
"This is it!"
"Ah—" she exclaimed, a little dissatisfied with his eagerness and roughness, yet also feeling a strange kind of stimulation.
"I've found that this is the perfect height for making love..."
"Mmm... Ah... You bad boy..."
...
Every time he thrust deep inside her, An Yi would let out even sweeter moans, making his heart itch and tremble, wishing he could thrust her even deeper and completely conquer her.
And the more he thought about it, the more fierce and exciting his attacks became.
Feeling the beast raging inside her suddenly swell up again, An Yi couldn't help but cry out.
"Ah... How did it get bigger again... Ooh... No... You're bullying me..."
Her soft protest was shattered by his thrusts, her fair and round buttocks tightly held in his large hands, possessively possessed.
"I just want to bully you, what can I do..." His heavy breathing carried a hint of doting and unspeakable satisfaction.
His passionate little vixen! She was truly mesmerizing.
Her half-naked body, kneeling on the hood of the fiery red sports car, surrendering to his advances, was incredibly alluring.
Xian Ersen lowered his head, licking and kissing her smooth back and slender waist, then pulled up her damp t-shirt and bra, wrapping them around her arms. His large hands brazenly caressed her full breasts, while simultaneously increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. An Yun's body almost melted under his fierce assault.
After what seemed like an eternity of trembling, she felt him slam into her twice, his strong body pressing tightly against hers. She instinctively tried to crawl forward, but he held her firmly around the waist, and at the same time, his hot, lustful fluids were released into her body.
"Mmm...ah...ah..." she groaned in unbearable pleasure, then collapsed onto the hood.
After he released, seeing An Yun's limp and powerless state, his lingering desire was reignited.
Wilson gently stroked her back, soothing her softly, then turned her reclining body over so she lay flat on the hood.
Looking at her alluring figure, her body now reclining after being so passionately loved, he removed the t-shirt and bra wrapped around her arms, then began to caress her fair, smooth body with adoration.
When his long fingers once again penetrated her still slightly moist and white vulva, she trembled and cried out.
"Wilson..." But before she could utter her question or protest, he silenced her with a passionate kiss.
"This height is really nice!" In her daze, she only heard his low sigh before he swept her back into a sea of fervent desire.
That slightly sweltering afternoon, the vast auto repair shop echoed with sweet moans, a man's heavy breathing, the loud sounds of flesh colliding, and the blush-inducing, heart-pounding sounds of wetness.
Until the very end, An Yun didn't know how many times that hungry beast had devoured her. All she knew was that after this car-washing incident, her understanding of his mistress was crystal clear.
After all, that afternoon, they had rolled around in and out of the car!
This left An Yun, her body weak and limp, truly experiencing what it meant to be unable to move a single finger, and she swore a fierce vow: she would never wash his car again!
Washing cars until she was broke—was there anyone more tragic than her?
But after this steamy car-washing incident, Xian Ersen often wondered when he could get his little vixen to wash his car again, so he could wash her too?
He lets his first wife wash the second wife, and then he washes his first wife—what a perfect and harmonious relationship!

[The End]

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