Chapter 37 Backseat Action

At ten in the evening, an Audi A6 was parked on a secluded tree-lined road called Island Road, with a dim yellow street lamp shining by the roadside.
The rear of the car was enveloped in shadow, while the front of the car was exposed under the light, swaying vigorously.
Harold removed her pants and blouse forcefully, but Maggie resisted with a weeping tone, "Not in the car."
The tone carried a soft nasal twang, as if inviting someone to join in a passionate affair. The heat inside the man's body boiled, not giving in even an inch. "Right here, listen to me."
He leaned towards the driver's seat, turned off the headlights, and in the dimness, desire surged rapidly. Maggie sat astride his lap, their kissing sounds wet and sticky, resonating in the narrow backseat, reminiscent of the sound made by splashing water droplets when their lips and tongues intertwined.
Her plump, dewdrop-shaped breasts were as white as jade, and the sharp tips grazed against his gray vest, turning them red, lascivious, as if milk would seep out at any moment.
She was kissed to the point of losing her senses. Harold fondled his manhood, pulled her hand, and forced it to circle around and play with it. Even though it wasn't completely erected, his impressive size was evident.
The veins on Harold's forehead popped out, giving him a ferocious and menacing look.
Maggie's palms grew sweaty and stiff. "It's so big," she said.
The praise from his lover was more arousing than any aphrodisiac in the world.
Harold's large member jerked at her fingertips, growing thicker by the second. Its hot and massive head pressed against her soft, fair abdomen, causing spasms of pain.
Her sex throbbed and itched, involuntarily clenching and pulsating. Her arousal seeped out in a steady stream while his member teased her through the thin fabric of her panties, their movements becoming more intense and intimate. She became drenched, panting and wet, her sex a muddy mess.
Taking the initiative, she pulled her panties aside as his hot and throbbing tip began to penetrate an inch inside her. Harold was not satisfied with this shallow teasing; his muscles tensed, ready to burst from beneath his shirt as he desired to enter her, penetrating her wet and delicate tunnel. It clung tightly to him, tantalizingly smooth and without resistance, providing immense pleasure that made his waist tingle, eliciting a deep gasp from him.
The intense fullness and sharp throbbing sent a wave of pleasure and acidic tingles to Maggie's abdomen. She couldn't help but moan, arching her neck and leaning against the front seat of the car. Her legs spread wide open, shaking at the roots, while Harold held her slim waist in his hands.
In his fiery gaze, she appeared so delicate and soft, like tender tofu, with a jade-like warmth. She had no meridians or bones, just a dense and fluid sensation that seduced him into madness and debauchery.
Despite the limited space, the attack was still swift and fierce. Harold's powerful waist moved without any excess, as his abdominal grooves intertwined with her pelvic bones, creating a desire-filled sensation when engorged.
Each thrust initiated from his waist was like an untamed stallion, causing Maggie to moan and tremble uncontrollably, her entire chest cavity vibrating under his assault.
Harold's voice was filled with longing and desire, deep and alluring. "Maggie, does it feel good?"
Maggie's almond-shaped eyes were beautiful, displaying pure desire and allure. When she cried, they turned reddish, making her even more pitiable. Her voice was lascivious and full of grievance. "Mmm... yes..."
Harold grabbed and squeezed her plump buttocks, forcefully thrusting into her. He kept pushing and thrusting, pressing his waist against her and his lips against hers, exerting a dominant force that penetrated her core. "Don't scream, or someone will see you."
Maggie was lost in her confused desires, feeling waves crashing inside her body, the release of her arousal flowing freely. She tightly gripped his arms, her lips parted, her cheeks becoming flushed, her eyes glazed with lust.
In the midst of their wild and tumultuous passion, the beauty was indescribable.
When it came to releasing desires, no matter how conservative and solemn a man might be, he still sought excitement and yearns for primal madness.
In this urgent environment and unfamiliar experience, their rationality was swept away by the tide.
Maggie's snow-white buttocks trembled as she felt the excitement driving her to the brink. The forceful thrusts tore through the depths of her soul.
A tingling sensation surged through her marrow, causing her toes to involuntarily tense and curl...