Super speed thrill

Ya-ling is a fashion designer, tall and beautiful, but strangely, this stunning woman is sexually frigid. She doesn't understand why, but this condition makes her boyfriends hesitant, and most relationships end after a short time.

Ya-ling is very distressed about this and has talked to several close friends. Her friends asked if she was more interested in women, but Ya-ling doesn't think so. She has no interest in women at all, only in handsome men. But for some reason, whenever they're in bed, she feels disgusted and uncomfortable when a man touches her.

Some friends suspect that she might have been too promiscuous in the past, and that she's become lax. Ya-ling countered by saying, "I didn't have sex with my boyfriend for the first time until I was twenty, and now I'm twenty-four. That's less than ten times. Is that a lot?" Of course, this frequency is hardly excessive, so her friends still don't know what's wrong with her.

Even so, Ya-ling is still young and beautiful, so she has many suitors. She can enjoy every aspect of a romantic relationship, except for the fact that she can't have sex with men.

You might find it strange that such a beautiful woman, even if she's frigid, would have a great time with her. However, take Ya-ling's ex-boyfriend from two months ago, for example. This stylist guy has a big mouth. After the breakup, he spread rumors about Ya-ling's shortcomings, calling her a "dry well in Iceland," cold and without water. This rumor got out, and almost every man in Ya-ling's work circle knew about it, except for her.

Suddenly, men who had initially wanted to pursue her were labeled "oil-drilling technicians," so they all backed down. No one invited Ya-ling out for outings or meals anymore. Of course, some friends would still invite her to gatherings, but those romantic candlelight dinners and late-night drives gradually disappeared from her life.

It was a hot summer night. Ya-ling had been working on a case at her studio until two or three in the morning before finally getting home. She lived in a suburban hillside community. She pulled her car out of the parking lot and drove home. As she drove, she thought about the days when she was always chauffeured around. No matter how late she worked, a phone call would bring a man to pick her up. But now, she had to drive home alone. Exhausted from work, Ya-ling wasn't very focused while driving, but she never drove fast, so it wasn't particularly dangerous.

But shortly after she drove onto the newly opened four-lane suburban road, she found herself in trouble. Several high beams shone from behind, making her uncomfortable. Looking in her rearview mirror, she saw several lights flickering behind her car. Upon closer inspection, she became frightened. Those lights belonged to a group of street racers. Remembering the newspaper reports of street racers attacking people and vandalizing cars, Ya-ling panicked. She slammed her foot on the gas pedal, trying to escape the group of young racers as quickly as

possible. Not pressing the gas pedal, however, only made things worse. The group of racers, already delighted to see the long-haired woman driving an imported sedan, saw Ya-ling accelerating to escape, which they saw as a provocation. They immediately accelerated and caught up with her. Ya-ling panicked even more. She was always a careful driver and had never encountered anything like this before. She could only slam on the gas, accelerating relentlessly. The motorcycles following closely behind also roared to life, their exhaust pipes blaring as they chased after her. Ya-ling felt herself going incredibly fast; a glance at the speedometer showed she had reached 100 km/h, but the motorcycles behind her continued to close in. Ya-ling looked back anxiously; the motorcycles were now less than a car length away.

Soon, two more motorcycles flanked her from the left and right. Ya-ling saw several helmetless teenagers, their faces distorted by the rushing wind, looking like ferocious demons to her. The boys weaved in and out of front of her car. Afraid of hitting them, Ya-ling gradually slowed down. The boys turned around and yelled at her to get off, but Ya-ling, of course, dared not. Two other motorcycles with passengers on the back caught up, pressing close to Ya-ling's car. They even pulled out sticks and banged on her windows. Seeing that the driver was a beautiful woman, the boys became even more excited.

Ya-ling panicked, unsure what to do. Her speed was forced to decrease further and further. Suddenly, an opening appeared in front of her. Ya-ling immediately floored the accelerator, trying to squeeze through. She heard a "bang," as if she had hit a motorcycle. Ya-ling tensed even more, swerving the steering wheel in the opposite direction. Another "bang!" At this point, Ya-ling didn't care about anything else and sped away. Looking back, she saw that she had already knocked down one car, and the remaining motorcycles were accelerating after her. Ya-ling slammed on the gas, speeding away, this time driving even faster, fearing that if the group of delinquents caught up with her, something even worse would happen.

In this tense and fast-paced situation, Ya-ling suddenly felt a shiver run through her. Her foot, pressing the accelerator, felt a cramp, and her crotch felt wet. A strange sensation surged through her body, and the motorcycles behind her were slowly closing in. Just then, she saw the flashing lights of a police car ahead. She slowed down, and the group of racers, seeing the police, turned and fled. Only then did Ya-ling relax.

"Miss, please get out of the car," an officer said. Still shaken, Ya-ling realized her face was flushed and her heart was pounding. She opened the car door and got out to answer questions. Because Ya-ling was wearing a light blue suit and short skirt that day, combined with her beautiful figure, the young officer's eyes were momentarily unable to resist staring intently at Ya-ling's beautiful legs.

Ya Ling subconsciously tugged at her skirt. The officer, realizing his lapse in composure, said, "Miss, your driver's license and travel documents." "They're in my car, I'll go get them." Ya Ling turned and got into the car to retrieve her documents, feeling annoyed that the officer was staring intently at her backside. She thought the officer was being too frivolous. Turning back, she said, "Here, my documents." A gust of wind blew by, and Ya Ling felt a chill from her backside to her thighs, but it wasn't convenient to check at that moment.

The young officer, looking like he wanted to laugh but dared not, took the documents and said, "Miss, the back of your skirt is wet." Ya Ling reached down and touched it. Good heavens, the entire back of her skirt was slippery and wet, and that cool, wet feeling was running down her thighs. She looked down and saw that her inner thighs were covered in that sticky, slippery feeling. At that moment, she felt incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head, wishing she could hide somewhere. But then she had to go to the police station to give a statement, and Ya-ling felt time was passing too slowly. Fortunately, this group of street racers was notorious, and the fault lay with them, so after giving her statement, she went home to rest.

Ya-ling got home after four o'clock. She wanted to take a shower before going to sleep, so she specifically pointed the showerhead at her private parts to wash them thoroughly. At this moment, she recalled the feeling of the car chase earlier, and a strange thought popped into her head. That thrill, tension, yet also excitement and desire, making her blush, her heart race, and her vaginal fluids flow uncontrollably, made her lose control.

"Could this be sexual desire?" Ya-ling wondered. She had been driving incredibly fast; could it be that sense of speed that excited her? The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Her hand involuntarily reached for her private parts, a place she had never felt before. This time, when her fingers touched that spot, she felt a jolt, like an electric shock. Ya-ling was both curious and afraid of this strange bodily reaction, so she withdrew her hand. But when she lay down on the bed, she curiously tried it again, and sure enough, her whole body became numb and itchy, making her unable to stop.

"Am I experiencing pleasure?" Ya-ling wondered to herself, her slender fingers pressing and rubbing her protruding clitoris, her mind replaying the exhilarating feeling from just moments before, her snow-white body writhing in the dim light.

Three months had passed since that incident, and autumn had arrived in Taipei. The car accident three months ago hadn't caused Ya-ling too much trouble. The street racers who were hit were charged with endangering public safety, and Ya-ling appeared in court as a witness once. The civil case ended in a settlement, and Ya-ling did not make any claims for compensation. In the criminal case, the teenagers who caused the accident were given suspended sentences because they had no prior criminal record.

After that, Ya-ling continued to be busy designing new clothes for the company and preparing for the exhibition. Her life remained largely unchanged. And her boyfriend? Still no boyfriend. And what about her frigidity? Hmm… Since that high-speed car chase in the summer, Ya-ling had achieved an orgasm for the first time through masturbation, but her frigidity symptoms persisted. Later, she tried watching live-streamed racing or driving fast herself. Although she felt something, it was never as thrilling as that day. The lingering memories of that high-speed chase faded. Sometimes, when she returned home late at night, she would even recall the thrill of being chased by motorcycles, hoping to see those high beams piercing the night sky and the roar of engines tearing through the silence. However, this was just a thought deep inside. In reality, she didn't want to encounter those street racers, so she tried to avoid leaving work late at night or taking a detour home to avoid running into those delinquents.

But her peaceful life was completely changed on a typhoon night. On the night the typhoon arrived, Ya-ling was working overtime alone in the office again. Anticipating a holiday the next day due to the typhoon, she and her colleagues rushed to finish their work that night to avoid being dragged to the office during the typhoon. By the time they finished, it was past midnight. Ya-ling drove home; the wind was blowing in gusts, and the rain was pouring down. The road Ya-ling usually drove on was flooded, so she had to drive onto the four-lane road where she had once been left with her own fluids.

A short while later, Ya-ling noticed a bright light shining from behind. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked in the rearview mirror. It was a car. Reassured that it wasn't a motorcycle, she thought someone might be overtaking and moved to the outside lane. But the car followed closely behind her.

Because of the heavy rain and bright sunlight, Ya-ling had no idea what was happening. She thought to herself, "Why do I always run into crazy people on this road!" She had no choice but to speed up, but the car followed closely behind. Ya-ling didn't know what the driver wanted, and her speed increased even more, but the other car followed her at a leisurely pace, as if wanting to see how fast she could go.

Ya-ling had been driving fast lately, and her skills had improved. She reached speeds of over 100 km/h, and in this weather, her car almost felt like it was going to flip. At that moment, Ya-ling felt that intense excitement again, but this time she didn't encounter any police cars to rescue her. The other car followed for a while, and when it noticed Ya-ling wasn't accelerating anymore, it overtook her from the inside and tried to force her to stop on the side of the road. Ya-ling refused to stop, and for some reason, the driver of that other car suddenly turned the steering wheel, forcing the other car to squeeze in. With a "bang," the two cars collided and then separated.

Ya-ling didn't know what was wrong with her. At the moment the two cars collided, she felt dizzy. The other car seemed to have gone berserk, quickly squeezing in again. Ya-ling's car veered outwards, scraping against the guardrail. She quickly swerved to straighten it, but the slippery road and high speed caused her car to skid and spin in place. Luckily, she managed to stop, scraping against the guardrail again.

When Ya-ling regained her senses, she found herself slumped in the driver's seat, the airbag deployed, her head having been hit hard and feeling a sharp pain. The car window was shattered. Looking out, she saw two men wearing helmets trying to open her car door. She immediately screamed, but it was no use. The door opened, the man on the left crouched down to pull her legs out, and the man on the right reached under her armpits.

"Damn! This woman is soaking wet!" the man on the left said, his voice sounding quite young. Her hand moved upwards along Ya Ling's pantyhose. Ya Ling, of course, knew her body's condition. She tried to close her legs with her thighs, but the man's hand was already inside. Besides, Ya Ling's legs were still weak after what had just happened.

She felt the man's hand reach her underwear and felt the slippery, lustful fluid flowing out. She didn't know what was happening to her body, but her desire was rising, craving the man's comfort.

"Who are you!?" Ya Ling asked suspiciously. The man, wearing a full-face helmet, didn't answer her question. The man on the right also reached under Ya Ling's buttocks and touched her. He said excitedly, "Really! I've never seen anything like this wet." The two men dragged Ya Ling to the back seat of their car. It was a typhoon day, and the rain was pouring down. A man followed them in, not even taking off his helmet, and quickly pressed himself on top of Ya Ling.

The man was only wearing a t-shirt. He hurriedly spread Ya Ling's long legs, not even taking off her skirt, and roughly tore her pantyhose and underwear. Despite this violation, Ya-ling felt no desire to resist; in fact, she felt a surge of excitement. Panting, she caressed the man's body with her hands. The man guided her hands to his crotch, and Ya-ling carefully stroked his erect penis through his trousers.

"Take off your helmet!" Ya-ling said. "I want to see you." "Really?" the man said, removing his helmet to reveal a young face, looking no more than twenty years old, with a square face bearing an ugly scar. "Do you remember me?" "Who are you?" Ya-ling asked softly. Her snow-white hand had already unzipped the man's zipper, and his hard penis quickly sprang out.

"Looks like she really forgot," said another man sitting in the front seat. He was still wearing a helmet, but he also removed it, revealing a thin face covered in acne. "You probably don't remember me either." "No…I don't remember," Ya-ling said. The scarred man was unbuckling his belt, and her heart pounded.

"Hehe, but we remember you very well, you rotten bitch," said the skinny man in the front seat. He started the car and drove off, leaving only Ya Ling's car behind.

"Why...why...ah...it's in." The scarred man pressed down on Ya Ling's slender body, thrusting his penis forward until it was completely inside her honeypot. Ya Ling felt a wonderfully full sensation in her honeypot. In the cramped back seat of the car, Ya Ling experienced the pleasure of making love with a man.

"You're really slutty, your pussy is so wet," said the scarred man. He was also very excited. Making love with a woman like this in this environment made him feel particularly energetic, and his penis was so hard it hurt. Moreover, Ya Ling's vagina was tight, tender, and slippery, and the friction between his penis and her mucous membrane felt incredibly pleasurable.

"Oh...so good," Ya Ling couldn't help but moan. Her legs hooked around the scarred man's waist, her right hand gripped the back of the seat, and her left hand braced against the car door armrest. The scarred man's hands reached into her royal blue suit, squeezing and kneading her breasts through her bra.

He pressed down on Ya Ling, thrusting forcefully. Ya Ling's long legs clamped tightly around his waist, her tight vagina gripping his penis with incredible pleasure. Taking advantage of his youth, the scarred man thrust relentlessly, each stroke reaching its hilt. Ya Ling, driven to ecstasy, gasped for breath, her juices flowing like a burst dam.

"Good man... Sister... Sister... I'm going to be fucked to death by you, it feels so good... I'm going to die, ah... ah... oh... I'm going to lose it, ah..." The bright yellow streetlights outside the car window shone rapidly into the car, but the scarred man's thrusting speed was even faster. Every time his penis pierced deep into her flower core, Ya Ling felt as if her soul was flying. And under the back seat, the deep engine sound further stimulated her inexplicable lust, bringing her sexiness to its peak.

"Little slut... is it good... you whore... you're enjoying being raped... you rotten whore... you need to be fucked... ah..." The scarred man grabbed Ya Ling's firm breasts with both hands. Ya Ling's bra had been pulled open, revealing two white and tender breasts.

"I'm not... ah... ah... it feels so good... it's... I... I need... I need to be fucked... ah... it feels so good, I can't take it anymore... I'm going to lose it again... ah..." Ya Ling screamed, grabbing the scarred man's shoulders tightly with both hands. "Hold me...hold me...ah...sister, I'm so happy...ah..." "I...I'm coming too...oh..." The scarred man growled, thrusting his penis tightly into Ya Ling's body. At that moment, he also felt the tender vagina contracting repeatedly, and his groin throbbed as his hot semen shot straight into the deepest part of Ya Ling's uterus. At the same time, he leaned down and embraced the beautiful fashion designer.

The pockmarked man driving in the front seat, having witnessed the erotic and stimulating battle in the back seat, couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing that the scarred man had finished, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, switched places with the scarred man, and climbed onto Ya Ling's body.

"Big brother... I can't take it anymore, let me rest for a bit." Ya Ling quickly begged for mercy as the acne-faced man pressed down on her.

"Then what should I do? I can't stand it." The acne-faced man pulled down his pants, and a thick, hot thing appeared in front of Ya Ling again, its glans, swollen to the size of an egg, was oozing glistening precum.

Ya Ling became even more frightened when she saw the acne-faced man's long, thick, extra-large penis. "You... it's so big, I'm scared." The acne-faced man was obviously very proud of his penis, and said with a smile, "It'll feel good once it's inside, or you can give me a blowjob first." "What's a blowjob?" Ya Ling asked. Ya Ling had very little sexual experience, and had never done oral sex before, so she had no idea what a blowjob was.

"It's taking my big cock into your mouth, and then licking it with your tongue, sucking it with your little mouth." The acne-faced man said, while grabbing Ya Ling's hair and pressing her face down to his crotch. "Suck it in." The acne-faced man's curly pubic hair stung Ya Ling's tender cheeks. Forced by the violence, she had no choice but to open her mouth and stick out her tongue to lick the acne-faced man's large glans, which still smelled of urine.

"Suck it in." The acne-faced man sat on the back seat, and Ya Ling knelt between his legs from the side. The scarred man lifted Ya Ling's short skirt, revealing her pink and round buttocks. The acne-faced man's lips curled into a cold smile, and he raised his hand high, forcefully slapping Ya Ling's round buttocks.

"Ah!" Ya Ling screamed. A burning sensation ran through her buttocks.

"Your ass is so bouncy," the pockmarked man leered. "Hurry up and take it in." Ya-ling had no choice but to open her mouth and take the pockmarked man's glans in. The man grabbed Ya-ling's head and began to move it up and down, thrusting his glans deep into her throat. Ya-ling was caught off guard by this sudden action, her stomach churning. But the man ignored her, continuing to thrust his head forcefully.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Ya-ling's face flushed red, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. With the man's large penis shoved into her mouth, she couldn't even beg for mercy. Fortunately, after a while, the man released Ya-ling's head. As soon as her mouth was free, Ya-ling began to gag incessantly.

"That's it, understand?" the man said. "Suck hard with your mouth, and lick my glans with your tongue.

Got it?" the pockmarked man shouted. He then slammed Ya-ling's head against his penis.

"Mmm," Ya-ling responded, suppressing her nausea, and took the pockmarked man's penis into her mouth again. The pockmarked man slipped his hand between Ya-ling's buttocks, his index finger probing her hot, soft anus. Ya-ling shook her hips to avoid it, making "mmm" protesting sounds. The pockmarked man ignored her, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of his penis being sucked, while his hands roamed freely over Ya-ling's firm breasts and buttocks.

Ya-ling quickly became immersed in the pleasure of licking his penis. When her tongue touched the hot shaft, she felt a strange sensation, a pleasure even more stimulating than kissing. She quickly discovered that the glans was the most arousing part of a man, so she concentrated all her strength, sliding her tongue along the glans.

"Smart women are different indeed; they're good at sucking after just a little instruction," the pockmarked man said to the scarred man driving in the front seat. "Oh...you're licking my cleft, oh..." The acne-faced man, excited, inserted his entire finger into Ya-ling's tight anus while frantically rubbing her breasts.

"Ah...no!" Ya-ling cried, spitting out the acne-faced man's penis. The acne-faced man's short, thick finger inside her anus sent a burning sensation through her buttocks, filling her with immense fear.

"Who told you to let go! Lick my testicles!" the acne-faced man roared.

Ya-ling had no choice but to endure the burning pain in her anus, sticking out her tongue to lick the acne-faced man's wrinkled scrotum.

"Use your tongue harder! Ah..." The acne-faced man enjoyed Ya-ling's service while thrusting his finger in and out.

"Good! Here comes the best." The pockmarked man reclined the front seat, allowing Ya Ling to lean against the back. Ya Ling's firm, round buttocks and slender waist created a beautiful sight. He pressed his hot glans against Ya Ling's moist, pink labia and thrust forward. Ya Ling's newly opened vagina felt an unprecedented pressure.

"Different from that kid before, right?" The pockmarked man laughed. Although Ya Ling's vagina had just experienced a fierce battle, it was still very tight, making it very pleasurable for him.

"Oh..." Ya Ling had thought that the scarred man's actions were already quite stimulating, but now that this penis was inserted, it kept penetrating deeper and deeper into her body, seemingly without end. Her vagina felt like it was being squeezed open, with a tearing sensation. When the pockmarked man's coarse pubic hair touched Ya Ling's fair buttocks, Ya Ling felt as if her entire body was filled by the pockmarked man's penis, letting out a weak moan.

"Hehe, I'm going to get started!" The acne-faced man slowly began to thrust, his hot penis rubbing against Ya Ling's honey pot, giving her an unparalleled sense of fullness, sending wonderful sensations through her lower body. The acne-faced man was also enjoying himself immensely. They didn't know who Ya Ling was, but her beautiful face, graceful figure, and smooth, tight vagina were things he had never experienced before. Moreover, being raped, the acne-faced man only felt his penis was painfully hard.

"Ah...ah...ouch...oh..." Impacted by the thick penis, Ya Ling seemed to let out moans like a baby crying. She clenched her teeth, moans squeezed out from deep in her throat, her snow-white fingers digging tightly into the black leather cushion. Every nerve in her body seemed to concentrate on her honeypot, the thick, hot penis inserted into her body, stretching the tender flesh of her honeypot open and pressing tightly together. Every movement of the acne-faced man gave her a strange feeling, as if she had become a part of the man's penis.

"Slut, can't take it anymore, huh?" the acne-faced man said with satisfaction. Ya Ling's body trembled slightly from the exertion, and light blue veins appeared on her neck.

"Ugh...oh...I...I..." Overwhelmed by pain and pleasure, Ya Ling couldn't answer.

She opened her mouth wide, panting like a fish, her toes in her high heels curling forcefully. She felt as if her body no longer belonged to her, but was completely controlled by the man, involuntarily cooperating with the movements of his penis.

"Your pussy is so tight!" the acne-faced man said, his thrusting speed slowly increasing. Ya Ling's performance fueled his desire to conquer her. He pressed his upper body against Ya Ling's back, his hands sliding forward to grasp her firm 34D breasts.

"Ah..." Her sensitive breasts were being caressed, her body and the man's embraced tightly, their sweat making their skin stick even tighter. The thrusting of his penis in her pussy became faster and faster, the pleasure of the impact rapidly intensifying. "Ah!!! I'm dying! Ah! Ah! Ah! It's over! It's over!" Ya Ling screamed loudly, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out. A terrifying pleasure, as if being electrocuted, made her vision go blurry, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably. This was a terrifying pleasure she had never experienced before.

"Feels good, doesn't it!" the acne-faced man panted. "It's not over yet! Again!" His thick penis continued its long thrusting, lubricated by the copious vaginal fluid, plunging straight into the deepest part of Ya Ling's uterus.

"Stop... Ah... No!... I want it again... Ah!" The ecstasy kept coming, Ya Ling was covered in sweat, and the squelching sounds were even louder because of the copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

Because it was too hot, the pockmarked man moved his upper body away from Ya Ling's, his hands gripping her round buttocks,

and thrusting violently. The raped Ya Ling was now in a dazed state due to the continuous orgasms; her once high-pitched cries had dwindled to just heavy breathing, but her vaginal opening continued to contract, gripping the pockmarked man's penis.

"I'm going to cum... Ah!" The pockmarked man felt a surge of pain in his buttocks, and with a few more thrusts, his large glans pierced Ya Ling's uterus. With the trembling of his penis, hot semen spurted out, hitting the walls of Ya Ling's uterus. Ya Ling's soft vaginal walls contracted incessantly, as if trying to squeeze out all the man's semen.

"Ah... I'm done for." Overwhelmed by pleasure, this thought flashed through Ya-ling's mind, sparks flying before her eyes in complete darkness.

When Ya-ling opened her eyes, it was already daylight. Outside the car window, it was raining heavily; a typhoon was raging across the island. She looked around and found herself lying in the back seat of her car, her clothes still disheveled, not even wearing underwear. Ya-ling quickly sat up and straightened her clothes, but her underwear was nowhere to be found.

Between Ya-ling's legs were still the marks of the rape she had suffered the day before; the intense pleasure from the intense intercourse seemed to still linger within her. She staggered back to the front seat. Rain poured in through the broken windowpane, the airbag hanging there like a man's limp penis. Ya-ling tried to start the car, but it wouldn't start at all.

She reached for her handbag, but it was empty.

Ya Ling sighed, unsure what to do. All she wanted was to go home, take a good shower, and forget everything, but she was stuck in the pouring rain, unable to go anywhere.

Suddenly, Ya Ling saw a large truck speeding towards her in the rearview mirror. She quickly leaned out of the car and waved, but the truck ignored her, honked twice, and sped away. Ya Ling tried several times, and finally, a large truck stopped. The truck window rolled down, and a young boy's head popped out. After asking Ya Ling what was wrong, the truck door opened.

The truck was actually an empty gravel truck, driven by an uncle and nephew. The uncle's head was bald from front to back, shiny with oil, and he was short and stocky, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. The nephew was young, looked like he had just been discharged from the army, and wore a short-sleeved floral shirt and jeans. When the nephew opened the door for Ya Ling to get in, he saw her beautiful figure, wet with rain, and his heart skipped a beat; he was overcome with lust. As Ya Ling stepped onto the bus, she raised her legs high, her straight, slender thighs making the young man swallow hard.

After getting on the bus, Ya Ling thanked the uncle and nephew repeatedly. The bald uncle even gave Ya Ling a towel to dry her body, while his squinting eyes swept over her up and down. Ya Ling unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

Although her face was without makeup, lacking her usual glamorous appearance, it revealed a youthful and delicate beauty. A few raindrops clung to her beautiful face, making her look even more tender and alluring. Her long eyelashes and large eyes, combined with her beautiful figure and the suit clinging to her body with rainwater, aroused even the lecherous bald uncle's lust.

"Thank you, but my car is in an accident. Do you have a cell phone I can borrow to make a call?" Ya Ling turned her head, tossed her long hair to one side, and asked while drying her hair. Her movements were very elegant, but the two lecherous men felt their mouths go dry.

Just as the nephew was about to answer, the bald uncle spoke up: "Miss, we don't have a mobile phone anymore. We're going south. If it's convenient, we can take you to a rest stop so you can call us then, okay?" Hearing this, Ya-ling had no choice but to agree, saying, "Then please take me to the nearest rest stop." The bald uncle nodded, popping two betel nuts into his mouth, while the nephew, squeezed in the middle, lit a cigarette.

The air in the car was stuffy and humid, and the space was cramped. None of the three spoke. After driving for a while, the uncle said to the nephew, "Hey! It's your turn to drive." So the nephew got into the driver's seat, and the bald uncle moved to sit next to Ya-ling.

As soon as the uncle sat next to Ya-ling, he turned to her and asked, "Miss, you're very beautiful. What do you do?" "I'm a fashion designer," Ya-ling replied, leaning closer to the window because the uncle kept pressing against her.

"Oh, miss, would you like to rest in the back? It's a bit crowded in the front," the uncle said

, squeezing closer to Ya-ling. "That old lecher!" Ya-ling thought to herself, fearing that last night's events would repeat themselves. But she was in someone else's car and didn't know what to do, so she agreed. The uncle then reclined the seat, allowing Ya-ling to climb onto the back bunk. Ya-ling turned around and climbed onto the back seat. As Ya-ling turned her back, the bald uncle quickly unzipped his zipper, revealing his thick, dark penis. The young nephew, seeing his uncle pull out his weapon, knew exactly what he was up to.

The uncle winked at his nephew and whispered in his ear, "Take the coastal highway. We'll switch shifts later." The nephew nodded, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The bald uncle quickly climbed into the back seat. Suddenly, the nephew had a bright idea. He put the cassette tape into the tape recorder and pressed the record button. At the same time, I adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror, slowly enjoying the truck rape show.

I saw the uncle climb into the back seat and press down on Ya-ling. Ya-ling tried to shrink back while kicking him with her long, beautiful legs. The uncle dodged, and Ya-ling missed her kick, her already loose high heels flying off, hitting the truck's windshield and landing on the seat.

Taking advantage of the moment, the uncle pounced on Ya-ling and pinned her down. Although Ya-ling struggled fiercely, she was no match for this burly man. Soon, the uncle slammed his buttocks onto Ya-ling's chest, making it hard for her to breathe. The uncle grabbed Ya-ling's wrists, picked up a rope, and tied her hands behind her back.

"Please, no!" Ya Ling screamed hoarsely, but the man, blinded by lust, paid no heed to her pleas. The uncle roughly tore open the silk blouse of Ya Ling's royal blue suit. Before Ya Ling could even feel the pain of her over 20,000 yuan suit being ruined, a chill ran down her chest as her bra was ripped open, revealing her young, firm breasts.

"They're big, oh dear, and there are so many scratches on them." The uncle continued to press his buttocks against Ya Ling's lower abdomen, slapping her D-cup breasts left and right, as if testing their elasticity. "Miss, you were really rough last night!" the uncle mocked. Ya Ling was filled with shame. The lewd behavior and unforgettable pleasure of the previous night were still deeply etched in her mind. She turned her face away, not daring to look at the bald man. As she turned, she saw another pair of lustful eyes staring intently at her in the rearview mirror.

"Hey! Don't look around! Watch where you're going!" the uncle said with a laugh to his young nephew, then turned and said, "With such big tits, let's have a little milk cannon first." The uncle then pulled out his tampered, large penis. Ya-ling was terrified at the sight. Although the bald uncle's penis wasn't as long as the acne-faced man's from the night before, it was filled with over a dozen steel balls. His penis looked like a fleshy, bitter gourd, and with the steel balls, it was probably seven or eight centimeters in diameter, much thicker than the acne-faced man's.

"How about it! Mine's bigger than your boyfriend's, right?" the uncle said smugly. Raping a beautiful woman in the car had made him extremely excited; his red glans was swollen and shiny, with precum seeping from the tip, a stark contrast to his oily, sweaty bald head. Uncle placed his penis between Ya-ling's breasts, squeezed her breasts together with both hands, and rocked his hips back and forth. His glans occasionally touched Ya-ling's chin, and the pungent smell of urine was unbearable for her. She tilted her head back, the pressure on her chest causing her to gasp for breath. The steel ball-filled penis rubbed against Ya-ling's soft, elastic breasts, giving her intense pleasure.

After a few minutes of this "milk-pushing" session, his penis became even harder. He released her breasts, relieving the pressure on Ya-ling's chest, and she immediately gasped for breath, her breasts swaying with the rise and fall of her chest. The lecherous uncle secretly thanked heaven; he had such a beautiful and tender woman for free, something he never encountered in his usual saunas. Without hesitation, he forcefully ripped off Ya-ling's skirt, revealing her hairy genitals.

"Miss! You don't even wear underwear when you go out?" Uncle asked with a smile, but Ya-ling gritted her teeth and refused to answer. The uncle spat on his hand and then smeared it on Ya Ling's vulva. Ya Ling felt terrified and weakly pleaded, "No... driver, no... I beg you... spare me..." "Spare you? Hmph, you offered yourself up, might as well do it." The bald uncle forcefully spread Ya Ling's long, firm legs apart. Although Ya Ling tried her best to squeeze them together, she couldn't resist. Her legs were spread apart, and the uncle's hot, fleshy penis pressed against her. He didn't care whether Ya Ling's vagina was wet or not, and he forced it in hard. The uneven, seven-centimeter-long, thick penis was forced into Ya Ling's narrow, dry vagina.

"Ah ... The young nephew, sitting in the front seat, was aroused, his penis bulging in his pants, and he unconsciously sped up.

By this time, the car was on the West Coast Highway. The strong wind and heavy rain, combined with the nephew's fast driving, created a stuffy, hot, and humid atmosphere inside the car. The smell of betel nut and sweat from the man, mixed with Ya Ling's faint body odor, formed a lewd odor. Ya Ling felt as if she were being torn apart; the deadly steel ball on the penis rubbed against her dry, narrow vagina, causing her unbearable pain.

"No...no...no...I'm going to die, I'm splitting open...help...help me!" Ya-ling's shrill screams echoed in the carriage. She gasped for breath, her slender hands gripping her uncle's shoulders tightly, leaving bloody scratches on them. Her uncle, without any mercy, began laborious piston-like movements with the fleshy bitter gourd inside Ya-ling's still-unwet vagina. To reduce the pain, Ya-ling spread her legs wide, one of her snow-white left feet extending to the front seat, with her high heel, which had just been kicked off, lying beside her. That beautiful, jade-like leg was convulsing painfully with the piston-like movements of the fleshy bitter gourd.

Torture of this beautiful woman gave the bald uncle an unprecedented pleasure. He listened to the woman's cries, held her trembling, smooth body in his arms, and his penis laboriously moved in and out of her warm, tight vagina. A cruel and tyrannical mentality took over the man. His unusually large penis caused Ya Ling unprecedented pain and torment. He churned inside the woman's body, making Ya Ling scream until her brain was oxygen-deprived and she cried out in despair. Her poor little vagina was swollen and bleeding, leaving bright red marks on the penis like those of a virgin. But no matter how much she cried out, the man's ugly penis continued to move in and out of her poor little vagina. Finally, Ya Ling could not bear the pain any longer, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Even so, blinded by lust, the uncle continued to relentlessly thrust into Ya-ling's swollen and bleeding vagina. Poor Ya-ling fainted and awoke repeatedly from the pain, too weak to even scream. The horrific thrusting seemed endless, relentlessly tormenting her. Completely defeated by the violence and pain, Ya-ling felt as if time stretched on terribly.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but with a few more violent thrusts from her uncle, a large amount of hot, thick semen finally gushed from the tip of the penis into Ya-ling's uterus. Already utterly powerless, Ya-ling convulsed violently once more. The uncle then pulled the penis out and sprayed his semen onto Ya-ling's face. Tears, saliva, and white semen clung to Ya-ling's delicate face, a sight that gave the uncle immense pleasure—a feeling akin to shattering a beautiful statue.

"Uncle, it's my turn!" said the nephew driving the car. "Uncle! Your penis is so scary, I've never heard you talk about it before." "Hehe, I don't know how many women this one has fucked to death." The uncle rubbed his penis against Ya Ling's face, saying smugly, "Hey! Miss, is it good?"

Ya Ling, who was being fucked to the point of near death, was numb and could only lie weakly on the back seat, letting the uncle's glans smear thick semen on her soft, white face. The uncle then said to his nephew, "This woman is like this, don't fuck her from the front later, stick it in her ass, otherwise you won't have a good time." The uncle picked up Ya Ling's clothes and wiped his penis clean, saying, "Don't say that your uncle is being mean to you, I think this little girl's ass hasn't been used yet."

The uncle and nephew quickly switched positions, the uncle started the car, and the nephew quickly took off his pants, revealing his penis. The uncle reminded him from the front, "Damn! You're not a small guy either, you have to use your saliva first." "Make her buttocks a little slippery, otherwise it'll be difficult."

The nephew nodded. Actually, he had no experience with anal sex either. He held the limp Ya Ling, trying to find a good position to insert his penis into her anus. However, the car was small, and both Ya Ling and he were tall. Helpless, he had to recline the seat and let Ya Ling lie face down on it, her round, perky buttocks sticking out high. The nephew spat some saliva on Ya Ling's anus, smeared it haphazardly with his fingers, and then shoved his long-erect penis into Ya Ling's anus.

"What are you doing!" Ya Ling, who was already in a daze, suddenly felt a burning sensation behind her. Turning around, she immediately knew what was happening, but with her hands bound and her waist held by her nephew, plus the rough treatment she'd just received from her uncle, she was truly powerless. She could only plead, "No, no, please...don't!" But the young man, his glans aimed at her anus, was consumed by lust. He pressed down on Ya Ling's body, using his waist to forcefully push his hot, hard penis inch by inch into her... The needle was inserted into Ling's untouched virgin anus, causing immense suffering to Ya Ling, who had already been pushed beyond her limits. Stimulated by the tearing pain, her powerless body began to resist fiercely once more. She kicked her legs back desperately, and the young nephew could only desperately grab her slender waist and push in even harder. The more Ya Ling focused on her anus, the more intense the burning, stinging pain of being torn apart became. This pain made Ya Ling's limbs tremble, and the pitiful screams of the beautiful woman echoed once again in the narrow carriage.

"Uncle! My anus is so tight, it feels so good!" Stimulated by the intense contractions of her intestines, the nephew cried out loudly. He thrust his hips forcefully, rubbing his penis against Ya Ling's rectum. Ya Ling cried out in pain, her voice hoarse, but the weapon inside her stubbornly continued to thrust in and out of her virgin anus. Because of the strong grip, the young nephew quickly ejaculated inside Ya Ling's anus, the copious semen making Ya Ling feel as if her intestines were being emptied.

Just when Ya Ling thought the ordeal was over, the penis that had torn her anus showed no signs of shrinking and actually started moving again. Ya Ling didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. Her nephew's amazing recovery ability plunged the beautiful fashion designer into the abyss of pain once more, and because of the lubrication of the semen, the speed of the penis thrusting in and out was even faster.

"Damn! Youth is different." The uncle driving the car clicked his tongue repeatedly, praising his nephew's stamina.

The nephew, engrossed in his intense physical struggle, didn't hear this. The thrill of conquering the beautiful woman before him fueled his excitement. Having already ejaculated once, he was even more enduring. He straddled Ya Ling's back, thrusting forward like a male dog, his tender anus tightly gripping his penis as he plunged his hot rod deep into Ya Ling's firm, round buttocks, piercing her body. When his penis was fully inside Ya Ling's anus, the nephew felt immense satisfaction.

Finally, Ya Ling let out a scream. Her anus, stretched to its limit, had ruptured, bleeding profusely. At this moment, Ya Ling was completely unconscious. The physical torment had rendered her mind blank; the terrible pain had been rejected by her brain. She no longer felt pain. Ya Ling stared blankly ahead. The heavy rain lashed against the truck windows, the truck engine roared as it sped forward, the scenery rushing past. The speed once again stirred the lust deep within her.

"Ah...ah...!" Ya Ling let out a hoarse moan, clearly not a scream. At the same time, she wiggled her hips, leaning closer to her nephew. "Faster, faster!" Ya Ling said hoarsely. The uncle driving turned around with a strange expression: "This bitch seems to be getting into it! That's really weird." He stepped on the gas, and the car sped up.

The young nephew seemed to sense Ya Ling's change as well. Ya Ling's previously stiff body had become soft and warm. He reached out and probed Ya Ling's vagina; inside was a wet patch of nectar. He couldn't understand how this woman had suddenly gone from unbearable pain to a lustful slut, even moaning lasciviously with his movements.

"Ah...ah...oh...ah..." Ya Ling gasped and groaned, her voice like that of a female animal in heat, completely disregarding her bleeding, torn anus. She continued to writhe her hips. Her nephew, who had been on the offensive, was now on the defensive, focusing only on thrusting his penis forward while leaving the rest to Ya Ling. Ya Ling eagerly shook her round, pert buttocks, but her hands were bound, so her nephew untied them. Ya Ling placed her hands on the front seat's storage compartment, turning back to look at her nephew with a passionate and seductive gaze. Her round buttocks seemed to be rotating and grinding backward like a piston.

"Oh, damn! It feels so good...!" Under Ya Ling's intense demands, the young nephew felt as if the soft flesh of his anus was about to break his penis. He clenched his buttock muscles, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. "Uncle! I can't take it anymore!" "Give it to me...I want it...oh...it feels so good. Ah!" Ya-ling cried out in a fit of lust. The uncle driving the car swallowed hard, and his penis, which had already shrunk, suddenly became erect again. At this moment, Ya-ling's hand also touched the uncle's crotch and began to rub it, making the uncle's lust rise.

"Damn, you bitch, you need to be fucked!" The uncle turned the steering wheel and stopped the car on the side of the road. He unzipped his pants, and the fleshy man reappeared. He sat on the dashboard in front of the car, revealing his angry penis. Ya-ling opened her mouth without hesitation and began to lick the uncle's glans. At the same time, the uncle reached out and rubbed Ya-ling's high breasts and nipples.

"I'm going to cum again! Oh! Ah!" Not long after, the nephew behind him ejaculated again with a low growl. He lay on Ya Ling's back, his penis throbbing incessantly in Ya Ling's warm, wet, and tight anus, and hot semen filled Ya Ling's rectum once more.

Ya Ling released her uncle's penis and cried out loudly, "Ah...so good! Give it all to me!

Give it to me!! Oh..." She gripped her uncle's lower back tightly with both hands, breaking her fingernails with the force. At the same time, a large amount of semen flowed from her swollen vulva, running down her smooth thighs and onto the floor of the carriage.

The extremely excited uncle immediately switched positions with his nephew, who was temporarily unable to continue. The nephew shoved his blood- and semen-covered penis into Ya Ling's mouth, while the uncle positioned his penis against Ya Ling's wide-open anus. The dark red vagina was flowing with a mixture of red and white fluid, but the uncle didn't care about that. With a powerful thrust, his penis, which was loaded with steel balls, plunged deep into Ya Ling's anus.

Ya Ling seemed completely oblivious to the pain, even though each thrust of her uncle's brought a lot of blood, and her anus was completely torn open. But she continued to stroke her nephew's limp penis, her uncle thrusting into her anus and then into her overflowing vagina, turning and stirring, making Ya Ling gasp for breath. Yet, she seemed to possess an inexplicable strength; despite being so badly hurt, she still swayed her round, upturned buttocks to meet her uncle's heavy thrusts. Her uncle felt a different kind of suction than before, especially when he penetrated her vagina. The vaginal flesh, already torn and bleeding from his penis, possessed incredible gripping and suction, clinging tightly to his thick, hard penis like an octopus, a stark contrast to the lack of response he had shown not long ago.

Her uncle, drenched in sweat, was experiencing intense pleasure. His lower abdomen collided with Ya Ling's buttocks, making a "slap, slap" sound, while the penis and Ya Ling's two orifices made squelching sounds, filling their bodies with the intense pleasure of intercourse.

"Ugh! You little slut, have my baby!" The uncle grabbed Ya-ling's slender waist and thrust his penis hard into her vagina, ejaculating copious amounts of semen into her body. Ya-ling let out heavy, labored breaths, desperately pushing her buttocks towards her uncle, trying to penetrate him deeper.

The uncle and nephew took turns raping Ya-ling, ejaculating into her rectum and uterus in turn. Finally, the three of them lay haphazardly asleep in the back of the truck. When the patrol car arrived after receiving a report from the public, the two lecherous men were still asleep. Ya-ling was breathing weakly and completely exhausted. She was rushed to the hospital and survived, but due to the severe trauma, she was confused and couldn't remember anything when she woke up.

Ya-ling's parents filed charges against the uncle and nephew who drove the truck. The two confessed and were imprisoned, paying the price for their crimes. However, the acne-faced man and the scarred man, whom Ya-ling had previously hit, escaped jail time. A month later, Ya-ling underwent an abortion, removing the unborn child, and was sent to the United States for psychological treatment. Three months later, the acne-faced man and the scarred man also died in a street brawl involving street racers.

Ya-ling spent nearly a year recovering in the United States. After returning to China, she continued working in the fashion design industry, but her style changed drastically. Using plastic leather and highly elastic Lycra fabric, she designed many form-fitting, sexy, and somewhat revealing garments, making a name for herself in the design world. Critics believed her designs had a strong sense of speed and a fin-de-siècle decadent style.

"Hi! Miss, are you free?" A stunning woman in a tight red mini-skirt, wearing three- or four-inch high-heeled red ankle boots and sunglasses, suddenly appeared at a late-night street racer gathering, attracting many eyes.

A young man approached her, trying to strike up a conversation. "No time!" the woman shook her head.

Actually, she had already chosen her target: a street racer driving a red sports car. He had just finished a race, displaying unparalleled skill. The woman in red immediately approached him, bending over, her breasts barely concealed by the deep slit of her tight-fitting dress.

"Handsome, can you take me for a race?" the woman in red asked.

"Sure, sure! What's the problem?" the young racer replied.

On the midnight highway, Ya-ling gripped the steering wheel, her large breasts exposed. Her red, tight-fitting dress was pulled down to her waist. Her hazy eyes gazed at the empty road, her firm breasts pressed tightly against the steering wheel. Her round buttocks sat between the legs of a racer. The racer, seated in a bucket seat, his foot pressed firmly on the accelerator, his jeans pulled down to his ankles, thrusting his penis deep into Ya-ling's body.

"Ah...ah...ah...it's killing me...so good...I'm dying...dying...I can't take it anymore, hurry...give it to me! Ah!!!!" Ya-ling cried out in a seductive voice, copious amounts of vaginal fluid spraying onto the racer's thighs.

The red sports car roared through the Taipei night, and the beautiful fashion designer had finally found a cure for frigidity.

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