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Lewd celebrity Little S 

I ran into Little S at the nightclub again. Because of a friend, I had the chance to be in the same private room as her tonight. She was wearing a tight white dress, so short that you could almost see her underwear when she sat down. It's unbelievable that she still has such a great figure after having three children.

We were sitting a bit far apart on a U-shaped sofa, opposite each other. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was having a really wild night, hugging and embracing the people next to her after a few drinks, but her legs never left her side, so I never had a chance to see her underwear. Hehe, Little S probably noticed me; she kept making eye contact with me. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but she seemed a little shy. I'm usually quite confident in myself.

A little while later, Little S got up and left the room, probably to go to the restroom. Seeing everyone else was having a great time and no one was paying attention, I followed her out. I deliberately stood near the restroom, pretending to have just come out. Sure enough, Little S came out of the women's restroom. We smiled at each other, and I seized the opportunity to introduce myself confidently.

"Hi!" "My name is Sam. Little S, are you alright?" I noticed she was quite drunk, her face flushed and she was swaying as she walked. Surprisingly, she warmly replied that she was fine. On the short walk back to the private room, we chatted briefly, mostly about who I was and what I did for a living. Little S avoided eye contact, so I kept staring at her profile. Her perfume smelled wonderful, and the light on her pretty face made it look incredibly smooth and alluring.

Then we went home separately. Seeing Little S's husband pick her up, I couldn't help but feel jealous, imagining them rolling around in bed together when they got home.

When I got home, I turned on Little S's show. Speaking of which, Little S has changed a lot in the past few years, especially after getting married; she seems to have elevated herself several levels. Every time I see Little S's body language, I feel she must be inherently sexy, and I couldn't help but fantasize while watching her videos.

For the next few months, we didn't see each other again, except for seeing her on TV.

One day, I was out with a friend at a famous nightclub when I saw Little S and her husband walking into a VIP room, arm in arm. As soon as they opened the door, there was a burst of cheers; they seemed to have received a warm welcome. Seeing her made me distracted all night; I kept glancing at the door, thinking that even just seeing her from afar would be enough. A short while later, I saw her husband hurriedly come out and run straight out of the nightclub. Then, people kept coming out and going back in, until finally I saw Little S's petite figure. She went straight to the restroom. I couldn't miss this opportunity, regardless of how awkward it seemed. I stood a short distance from the restroom, pretending to be on the phone. Little S finally came out.

She seemed to have noticed me; I smiled at her from a distance. She looked slightly tipsy.

Little S: "It's you!" Surprisingly, Little S was very enthusiastic.
Me: "You remember me?"
Little S: "You're easy to recognize."
Me: "Is that a compliment?"
Little S: "Sort of!"
Me: "Are you going back to your room?" Little
S fell silent at this point.
Me: [What's wrong?]
Little S: [Nothing, I just want to go home.]
Me: [I just saw your husband leave, why didn't you go home with him?]
Little S: [Why do you ask so many questions?] Little S looked displeased.
Me: [Shall I take you home?] My heart almost stopped when I said this.
Little S stared at me without saying a word, as if trying to guess what I was thinking.
Little S: [It's not good if someone sees us.]
Me: [Wait here for a bit.] After saying that, I ran to my friends' table, borrowed a baseball cap and sunglasses from A-Se's bag, and a mask from Nina, then ran back to Little S.

Little S: [You're really proactive.] Little S's eyes were full of suspicion, but also revealed anticipation. I smiled and looked at her. She considered for a moment, took my bag full of gear, and went into the women's restroom. A few minutes later, I saw Little S's petite figure emerge gracefully, her face well-concealed. We exchanged a knowing glance and then headed for the back door.

We stealthily got into the car. Little S kept pulling her baseball cap down, looking quite nervous. She only relaxed slightly after I drove quite a distance from the nightclub.

Me: "It should be safe here now."
Little S sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing out the window, her helmet and other gear still on, seemingly regretting getting into a stranger's car. Then I noticed the car reeked of Little S's perfume, cigarette smoke, and alcohol; the atmosphere was a little unsettling. I took the opportunity to secretly examine Little S's body. Perfect.

That night, Little S was wearing a white silk blouse and a nude-colored tight-fitting skirt. The outfit, the nude skirt, and her fragrance, combined with the atmosphere in the car, inevitably created a slightly erotic feel, especially her fair thighs—I almost wanted to caress them.

Little S: "Where am I?" Little S was still gazing out the window. By this time, I had driven into a parking lot under construction. It was completely dark all around. Any woman, even sober, would feel extremely uneasy being driven to such an environment by a stranger. But surprisingly, Little S didn't seem nervous at all; perhaps the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

I remained silent.

Little S: "What are you doing? I want to go home. My husband is waiting for me."
Me: "Did you and your husband have a fight?" Actually, I already knew a thing or two from some of Little S's actions. I'm quite good at observing people. Little S turned her head in surprise, looking at me with hazy eyes and a flushed face—she looked really sexy. Clearly, Little S was still about 80% drunk.
Me: "Do you really want to go home so soon?" I started teasing Little S. Actually, I already knew from her eyes that she was interested in me, but I didn't know if making the first move would make her uncomfortable.
Me: "You don't know your husband often cheats on you? Everyone who goes to nightclubs knows that. Actually, this circle isn't very big." Seeing that Little S remained silent, I continued to provoke her. Suddenly, Little S burst into tears. I felt no pity, only increased excitement. I pretended to gently place my hand on her shoulder, and to my surprise, this bitch readily rested her head on my chest. Too easy, I thought.

Hmm? My penis began to swell uncontrollably.

We embraced like that. Little S lowered her head; I didn't know if she was still crying or had actually fallen asleep. I placed my hand on Little S's thigh. Seeing no reaction, I slowly began to caress her, moving towards the inside of her thigh. When my hand touched the hem of her skirt, Little S spoke.

Little S: [What are you doing?]
Me: [Little S, I can't hold back anymore. I think I'm going to rape you here.] I calmly uttered each word, as if I had already confidently captured my prey.
Little S: [You dare?] Little S looked at me in disbelief.

My hand continued its advance, slowly pushing the skirt up; the touch felt so good. Little S pushed her hand against mine, seemingly starting to panic. I ignored her, applying more pressure and continuing to push inwards.

Little S: "Don't do this..." Little S's voice trembled slightly, driving me wild with excitement. Little S probably knew that in this helpless place, she had little say. Little S's entire thigh was now completely exposed, and I could see her thong—a black lace thong, incredibly alluring.

Me: "I want to kiss you." Before Little S could even speak, I had already moved my lips close to hers. Just as I was about to touch her cold lips, she recoiled in fright. I chased after her lips like a madman, completely out of control. I was determined to fuck this bitch thoroughly, inside and out.

Little S: "No...!"
Me: "Little S, you smell so good, I really want to... fuck you."

Little S kept turning her head to the left and right, and since I couldn't reach her lips, I moved my kisses down to her neck, kissing and licking her until she couldn't help but moan softly. I moved closer and closer, one hand stroking and pinching her thigh, the other hand on her breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Me: "Little S's breasts are so bouncy, they feel so good to play with." "I'm genuinely impressed. Little S's breasts are truly amazing. Even after three children, their elasticity is just as good as a young girl's.
" Little S: "Don't do this! Believe me or not, I'll sue you until you're completely ruined!"
Me: "Heh! What's there to be afraid of for a penniless nobody like me? But you, Little S, got into my car and let me take you to a place like this. What do you think people will think? Heh, if this gets out, it'll be quite a sensational story, right?"

Little S's fierce eyes flickered slightly, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal. Hmm... That helpless expression is good... She looks like she's begging to be fucked. I slipped my hand inside her skirt, pushed aside the thin thong, and my thick fingers immediately probed inside. In just a few seconds, Little S was so startled by these rapid movements that she couldn't react for a moment. My fingers were already inside before she started to resist.

Little S: "No!" "You've gone too far!" Little S's eyes were a little red.
Me: "So wet. Little S, so wet." To my surprise, Little S was already soaking wet. Little S reflexively tried to resist my entry with her hands, but the harder she tried, the more she hurt herself, her tender vagina.
Me: "Why are you so wet, Little S?" I stared intently into Little S's eyes, my fingers still digging inwards. Her eyes revealed shyness, avoiding my gaze. She was guilty, and I was sure she wanted it desperately.
Me: "Do you want to be fucked?" I couldn't help but laugh lewdly.
Little S: "You little bastard... I will never let you get away with this..." Little S said these words without looking at me.
Me: "Look me in the eyes... Little S."
Little S: "Pervert... pervert!" Little S's already flushed face seemed even redder now.

It was time. With one hand, I played with her fingers inside her vagina, while the other began unbuttoning her white shirt, which had only a few buttons. Little S was still "pretending" to resist, twisting and turning, which only intensified my lust. After unbuttoning two buttons, I lost patience and ripped them off, the buttons flying haphazardly. Little S frantically covered her naked body with her hands, accompanied by a pleasant scream. Importantly, her vagina was noticeably wetter at that moment. Testing a woman's arousal like this was quite fun.

Me: [Does Little S like the feeling of having her clothes torn?]
Little S: [No...no!] Little S's legs unconsciously tightened.
Me: [Why are you squeezing so tight, Little S? Do you think one finger isn't enough? How many do you want? Two? Three? Or should I just put my penis in?] Hearing the word "
penis," Little S seemed shocked and struggled more and more violently. Suddenly, I became furious, gripping her neck tightly with one hand, while the other hand remained inside her wetness, my fingers still deeply embedded, except this time with an extra finger.
Little S: "Ugh...no...!"

Little S looked like she was in pain. It seemed I had lost control. I slowly released my grip, and Little S lowered her head, gagging repeatedly; I had used too much force.

Little S didn't know whether to stop my fingers from thrusting in and out, protect her upper body, or try to call for help; she was terrified and at a loss.

Me: "How about trying three fingers? Because the lubrication is enough. Haha!" I slowly slid the third finger in, beginning to feel the pressure; her vagina was so tight. Little S seemed to have given up resisting; she turned her head away, her brows furrowed, biting her lower lip, looking like a work of art.

I began to play with Little S's vagina at will. In and out, in and out, making squelching sounds, the erotic atmosphere in the car had reached its peak. Little S, probably feeling ashamed that her genitals were being played with by a stranger to the point of making such sounds, couldn't help but whisper "No, no," but to me, it was just perfect background music.

I brought my mouth to Little S's mouth again. Little S tried to pull away, so I pushed three fingers in with a little force. Little S flinched, probably because I hurt her, and her movements slowed down. I pressed my mouth against hers again, roughly sucking. I used my tongue to open Little S's lips, exploring straight inside. It was a warm, moist little paradise. My tongue kept swirling inside, licking Little S's saliva and greedily swallowing it down my throat, as if drinking sweet wine.

Little S seemed to be getting more and more aroused; her vaginal fluids were already dripping onto my car. If it were any other woman, I would have punished them severely, but Little S's fluids were what I had been longing for!

Little S began to respond to my kisses. She couldn't help but let her tongue entwine with mine, and her thighs, which had been tightly closed, slowly relaxed, slightly opening. Little S was ready for a good time of sex!

I kissed Little S while arbitrarily kneading her large breasts, and used my fingers to explore the fluids inside her vagina. I felt utterly satisfied.

Suddenly, I withdrew my fingers from Little S's vagina, and my hands, which had been kneading her breasts, also left, and I leaned back in my driver's seat. Little S seemed completely exhausted; her tense body instantly went limp, yet she looked at me with ambiguous eyes, as if blaming me for stopping. I started unbuckling my belt, the metal buckle rattling as if announcing the main event was about to begin. Little S couldn't bear to watch me; she turned her head away, biting her lower lip. She looked like she needed to be fucked. I pulled my jeans down completely and threw them onto the back seat. When I pulled down my underwear, my penis bounced like a spring, slamming hard against my stomach. I was a little surprised; I hadn't even had a woman give me a blowjob yet.

Me: [Suck it.] After saying those two short words, I grabbed Little S's head and pressed it against my genitals.
Little S: [No! This is too much! It can't be!] Little S tried to struggle, but her head was being pressed down, and in an instant, her mouth was against the head of my penis.
Me: [Open your mouth.]
Little S still shook her head desperately, showing no sign of giving in. Then I pulled her head up and whispered in her ear.
Me: [I have the whole night to play with you. It's 3 a.m. now. If we drag this out until dawn, I'll still play with you, but as soon as it gets light, the workers will all be here. What kind of commotion do you think it will cause when they see the famous Little S disheveled in a stranger's car?]

Little S seemed to understand that she couldn't escape if she didn't satisfy me. Then I felt a warm, wet sensation enveloping my penis, penetrating deeper and deeper until finally, my entire penis was inside Little S's mouth, all the way to her throat. It felt so good. I've been with so many women, but very few have been able to take my whole penis in their mouths. This bitch seems to know what she's doing. Little

S naturally started sucking my hard penis, up and down.

Me: 【Let's try something fancy. Come on, like you're serving your husband.】
Little S was both helpless and obedient, her tongue lingering on my glans, licking and sucking in circles, then taking my whole penis into her mouth, then my testicles, one now, two now, she was even better than a prostitute. If this continued, I'd ejaculate, it felt so good. Little S seemed to want to finish quickly to save herself the main event of being fucked later.

Me: 【That's enough.】 I couldn't help but start panting, it was too stimulating, I couldn't take it. I pushed Little S back to the passenger seat. Little S even wiped her saliva-covered mouth with her hand. I climbed directly into the passenger seat, and Little S knew there was no escape, so she turned her head away, looking out the window thoughtfully. I adjusted the seat to its lowest position, and Little S naturally lay flat on it. Then I spread her legs wide, pushed her clitoris aside, raised my penis, aimed it at her vagina, and thrust it in all the way. Little S was caught off guard by this sudden action and couldn't help but moan. From the moment I crawled over to the moment I spread her legs and pulled down her panties, Little S didn't resist at all.

Little S: [Ah...no...] Little S's expression as she moaned with her brows furrowed was just too beautiful.
Me: [What's wrong? Is it big?] I then began thrusting, in and out, shallow and deep.
Little S: [Slower...slower...]
Me: [Xu Xidi's vagina feels so good...so tight...is a mother's vagina really this tight? Damn...] The car was filled with lewd "plop plop" sounds.
Little S: [Big...]
Me: [What? What's big? Huh? Tell me.]
Little S: [Penis...]
Me: [How's your penis?]
Little S: [...]
Seeing that Little S didn't speak again, eager to hear her next sentence, I forcefully grabbed her breasts, kneading the snow-white mounds into a ball. Little S let out a painful cry.
Me: [How's your penis? Tell me.]
Little S: [Penis...Penis...Penis is so big...]
Me: [Do you like it?]
Little S: [...I like it...] Little S kept her head turned to the side. I released my grip on her breasts, which immediately flushed red, looking exceptionally lewd. Then, I gripped Little S's slender ankles tightly with both hands, lifted them high, and spread them wide to allow my penis to penetrate deeper.
Me: [Do you like mine, or your husband's?] My words seemed to lack any questioning element; I only wanted an answer.
Little S: [Hurry up and cum... you...] Little S's shy appearance completely aroused me, further urging me to torment her. I reached inside Little S's black lace bra, pinched her nipples hard, and then rotated them 360 degrees, followed by wave after wave of moans.
Me: [Do you like mine, or your husband's?] I completely repeated the previous question. I slightly increased the speed of my thrusting. Thump thump thump.
Little S: [I like... yours...] Little S unconsciously placed her hand on her forehead, as if trying to cover the shameful expression on her face.
Me: [Really?]
Little S: [Yes...] At this
moment, I shook off Little S's hand that was on her forehead, turned her head back, and stared intently at her.
Me: [Look at me and say. Do you like mine? Or your husband's?]
Little S: [I like... yours.]
Me: [Really?]
Little S: [Really.]
I smiled with great satisfaction. My penis was getting harder and harder. I felt like I had played enough. Now I just wanted to fuck this beauty that everyone wanted to fuck.

I started to thrust in and out as I pleased, doing whatever I wanted to enjoy. When I was in a good mood, I would thrust fast and hard, and when I was about to ejaculate, I would slow down and enjoy her wet vagina. As we had sex, I took off Little S's clothes one by one. I took off her white shirt and threw it on the back seat. Little S's bra was the type that could be unhooked from the front, saving me the trouble of reaching behind her. When I unhooked the front, her breasts immediately bounced open like water balloons, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Finally, only that nude-colored short skirt remained. I felt that keeping it would be even more visually stimulating.

Honestly, Little S's sex posture was like a work of art. Smooth, short black hair, a small face, delicate features, fair skin, smooth breasts, a slender waist, and then that maddening triangle of skin, the fine pubic hair glistening with her own fluids—it was simply the most beautiful sight on earth. And then there was her incredibly alluring vagina; Little S's vagina was like a bottomless pit, once you entered, it seemed you couldn't get out.

While enjoying intercourse, I casually arranged my "artwork." Sometimes I pressed her hands above her head, sometimes I had her clasp her hands together and squeeze her drooping breasts, sometimes I had her bite her bra, sometimes I had her suck my fingers—those fingers, still wet with her own fluids, she seemed to be enjoying them immensely.

Little S seemed to be getting more and more excited. We kissed, and she took the initiative to bite my ear, her legs clamping around my buttocks, swaying her hips involuntarily. Heh, I already knew Little S was this kind of animal, a wanton little bitch. A lewd smile occasionally appeared on Little S's lips, and she finally began to meet my gaze with thirsty eyes.

The temperature inside the car kept rising.

We changed seats. When I sat in Little S's seat, I realized the seat was completely soaked. Little S sat down, kissing me thirstily, her arms wrapped around my neck, her hips beginning to sway rhythmically. It felt unbelievably good. Little S's moans were almost non-stop. From soft breaths to unbearable cries, to the ecstatic screams of orgasm, a series of sounds like heavenly music. Even in the air-conditioned car, it couldn't stop our burning body heat; we both started sweating, pressed tightly together, exchanging bodily fluids.

I think I really can't take it anymore. I'm about to explode. I had Little S sit on the chair in an M-shape, and then I started thrusting upwards, pumping in and out very forcefully and quickly.

Little S: [Ah! Ah! Mmm! Ah! So deep! No! Ah! Ah! Ah!] Little S screamed uncontrollably, her head swaying from side to side unconsciously, looking extremely lewd.
Me: [I'm going to cum inside.] Little S didn't respond, only moaning. I don't know if she heard me or not, but this time I was determined to cum inside Little S.
I thrust in and
out a few dozen more times, a tingling sensation spreading from my feet to my
head, I was about to explode. Me: [Ah ... My whole body was trembling violently.
Little S was still in her M-shaped squatting position, thick semen continuously flowing from her vagina down my long penis, almost completely covering it. Little S, whether exhausted or still wanting more, continued her slow, trembling thrusts, finally collapsing onto me.

We hugged each other like a young couple.

At 4:15 am,

Little S pushed me away. I wisely climbed back into my driver's seat. Little S grabbed some tissues and wiped away the sweat and semen. Then we silently got dressed.

Little S: [A few buttons are missing, how am I going to get home looking like this?]
I didn't answer her. She'll always find a way. Little S combed her hair. Watching her alluring movements, I really couldn't bear to let her go home; I wanted to possess her for life. Hehe, but I think I really can; Little S will soon be mine. I took Little S home

at 4:30 am after I finished tidying up

. I was hoping she would be unable to resist asking for my phone, but instead, she told me not to see her again. Then I watched her get out of the car without looking back and sneak into the house.






Two days later, I sent Little S a text message.
Here is the content of the text message

: Me:
Little S:
Me:
Little S:

Does she really think there's no evidence of our adultery anymore?

Then, I sent her many photos. These are photos of us having sex in the car that night. The photographer took them from the side and rear of my car.

In the photos:

Little S in the passenger seat;

Little S having her head pressed down by the driver;

Little S smearing saliva;

Little S having her clothes torn open;

Little S's alluring legs being raised high;

Little S straddling the driver and swaying her body;

Little S French kissing the driver;

Little S squatting in the passenger seat in an M-shape.

Various lewd poses, all laid bare.

Little S: Little S took almost 10 minutes to reply, which shows how desperate she was on the other end of the phone.
Me:
Little S:
Me:

Little S still hadn't replied after 30 minutes. I panicked a little, wondering if she would really go to the police.

I sent her another text message.

Me:

Little S:

Just a few words in the text message, but it made me almost die of happiness.

12am. xxx Hotel. Room 801.

The doorbell rang.

I opened the door. Little S was fully equipped: a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask. She was wearing a black t-shirt and tight jeans.

Hehe. Tonight's going to be fun.

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