Chapter 66: Car Play 2

After finishing once, the lingering ecstasy couldn't be dispelled. Monica looked at the car roof in a daze and felt like her body was no longer her own.
The experience inside the car was indeed different from that on the bed. The small space greatly restricted their movements, but as a result, their sensations became more focused.
Breathing, kissing, slapping, and the sound of water were all infinitely amplified in the sealed space. The friction in the air generated heat, immersing people in the depths of desire.
Although the texture was comfortable, the driver's seat was still cramped for two people. As the panting subsided, Monica regained her senses and weakly pushed him away, "Get off me first."
Steven held her face and kissed her for a while, "Go to the backseat."
The backseat was indeed much more spacious.
Without doubting him, she propped herself up and climbed into the back, collapsing on the seat. Her bare, warm skin touched the cold leather material, making her uncomfortably shiver slightly, but she finally escaped from the energy-consuming sexual activity, and the feeling of freedom made her breathe easier.
She lazily reached out, "Clothes."
Steven did not comply with her wishes. Instead, he also squeezed in.
Monica shrank to the side, "What are you doing?"
He half-knelt, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her back.
A lingering kiss fell from her forehead to her lips, like an airtight net, once again engulfing her.
He pressed down on one of her legs, holding the other in his arm, making her spread her legs, exposing her wet opening.
Because of the fierce thrusting just now, her entrance was still red and trembling along with her breathing. He reached out and covered it with his palm, gently teasing and kneading it a few times, soon hearing the sound of dripping.
Then, he closed his fingers and lightly tapped her entrance.
The stimulation instantly came, and Monica moaned softly with her waist tense.
His fingertips separated her labia and found that bud, his finger pad continuously applying pressure and manipulating her body's response with ease.
"Ah, no..." She sobbed and breathed, her gaze gradually losing focus.
Alternating between tapping her entrance and teasing her clitoris, a mixture of intense pleasure and emptiness rushed through her, flowing into every part of her body, making her body heat up and unable to bear it, moaning softly, her fingertips grabbing his arm almost sinking into his muscles.
"I...I... ah..."
The light intensity at her entrance clearly couldn't satisfy her.
Monica lowered her eyes, her gaze fixated on his eyelashes, moist corners of the eyes, lingering on the edge of the clouds, unable to find release.
In the confusion, without any warning, a rough and hard organ suddenly penetrates, forcefully thrusting to the deepest point with a slippery force.
The long-starved person is suddenly filled, and the sudden satisfaction makes the scalp tingle. She only has time to let out a short cry with her lips open, her body stiffens, and a small stream of fluid sprays out between her legs.
With just that one thrust, she reaches climax directly.
Even the back seat is soaked.
One of Steven's legs is stepping on the car floor mat, the other half kneeling on the seat, assuming a better position to leverage his strength, and begins to penetrate fiercely.
He moves with fierceness, thrusting deeply without mercy, his waist thrusting forcefully and heavily, the intermittent sound of water all blending together, mixed in with her moans and cries.
"Mmm... so fierce... brother... brother, be gentle..."
Monica pleads incoherently, her body trembling from being ravished, her toes curling and relaxing incessantly, her skin rubbing against the leather seat beneath her, creating a faint pink hue.
Listening to her pleas, Steven is not moved.
Instead, he continues to pound even more fiercely, leaning down to kiss her.
In the midst of gasping for breath, their lips and tongues intertwine, the intense union causing the kissing motions to distort amidst the shaking of their bodies.
Her saliva flows uncontrollably and he licks it away meticulously, nibbling on her tongue, whispering to her in between kisses, "It's only comfortable when it's fierce, baby."
His erect penis aggressively thrusts into her cervix, causing Monica to falteringly sob, her tender opening involuntarily tightening and gripping, eliciting a deep sigh from him.
He tightens his grip on her plump buttocks in the palm of his hand, unable to resist slapping them twice, "clap."
He isn't using much force, but her body trembles as her vaginal muscles clench and convulse. Steven is buried fully inside her, and his lower back instantly goes numb, almost on the verge of being overwhelmed by her tightening grasp.
He kisses her again, murmuring to her stickily while ruthlessly thrusting into her. His lower body becomes even more relentless, unable to restrain his strength, and several times she is pounded so hard that she almost hits the car door.
Steven takes the soft pillow from the back seat and stuffs it under her head, while one hand protects her waist to prevent her from falling, and without any restraint, he continues to ravish her wantonly.
The scent of desire fills the cramped and enclosed car compartment. The cold white light from the distant garage slants in through the windshield, blocked by the front seat backrest, unable to peek into the intense sexual activity in the back seat.
In the end, Monica loses all her strength to cry, her legs trembling weakly. He pulls out and thrusts a few more times between her legs before releasing all over her abdomen.
Steven's car, both the front and back seat, have been thoroughly desecrated by the two of them.
The madness of this car intimacy finally comes to an end. Monica's body is covered in the murky white substance, trickling down her snow-white skin, looking incredibly erotic.
After catching his breath, Steven uses tissues to clean both of them, then holds her in his arms, lowering his head to slowly kiss her, asking if she is uncomfortable anywhere.
The heat of desire slowly cools down, the naked skin pressed against each other, creating a different kind of warmth.
It's the kind that holds the heart, a comfortable and satisfying embrace.
With a vacant look in her eyes, she leans against his shoulder, letting him kiss her as he pleases. Sweat has soaked through her hair, sticking to her skin, and he patiently brushes it away.
The two of them embrace.
After comforting for a while, Steven helped Monica put on her clothes and gently touched her cheek, "Can you go upstairs by yourself?"
Monica was exhausted, "No, I can't walk anymore."
He opened the car door, and the cold outside air blew in all at once, dissipating most of the stuffy air.
Monica followed him to the car door and was princess-carried by him, leaning on his shoulder with a tired body, feeling drowsy.
But strangely, as long as she was in his embrace, it seemed like nothing else mattered.
Early the next morning, Bella got up early, intending to take Chocolate for a walk in the garden as usual.
However, she found a pair of men's shoes at the entrance, placed next to Monica's shoes, as if they had come back together.
Could it be Eric? But he had already come back last night.
Although Bella was puzzled, she didn't think much of it. After taking Chocolate for a walk, she started doing house chores. As she passed by Monica's closed door with clean bedding in her arms, she heard a faint sobbing cry from inside.
Unable to clearly hear through the door, Bella hesitated for a moment but couldn't help knocking on the door, "Monica, what's wrong?"
The faint sound in the room instantly disappeared without a trace.
Bella stood there for a while, confirming that there was no more movement, feeling a bit strange, but then thought that maybe it was because she was getting old and her ears were not good enough, so she shook her head helplessly and continued walking forward.
Inside the room, Monica bit her pillow to suppress her moans, clutching the sheets tightly, and muttered incomprehensible curses at Steven.
"It's because you were moaning so loudly that it was heard, why are you blaming me?" The man chuckled softly, moved his waist, and forced an ambiguous moan from Monica.
The sheets hung loosely on his waist, covering all the carnal details. But from the curve of movement, the sexual activity underneath was evidently secretive and intense.
"It was clearly you who insisted on…!"
Steven lightly pinched her breasts, holding the round flesh in his palm and kneading it, "You insisted on me carrying you back for a shower last night, and then you wouldn't let me leave. This morning, you kept rubbing against me. How could I resist?"
Although they had stayed up late last night, Steven woke up on time according to his internal clock and intended to get up quietly without disturbing Monica.
But she was sleeping soundly, and when the source of warmth beside her suddenly disappeared, the cool breeze made her feel uncomfortable. Without thinking, she reached out and tightly embraced him, rubbing against him in a sticky manner.
And then Steven pulled down his pants, licked them wet, and plunged inside.
The curtains were not drawn, and the room was dim. Monica trembled and gasped, biting her lip, "Mmm...so deep...not this position...ohhh..."
"Doing it like this will make me climax faster, baby." He lied earnestly, "Spread your legs a little more, be a good girl."
She knelt on the bed, being ridden by him in a doggy style, his penis forcefully hitting her soft cervix.
In just a few thrusts, he brought her sensitive self to climax, her cheeks flushed as she sobbed, biting her genitals and trembling uncontrollably, unable to stop the flow of her juices.
The pleasure made her somewhat dazed.
Having a satisfying and passionate sexual encounter in the early morning evidently made people refreshed and rejuvenated.
Alright. Now everything is tidied up, Steven is dressed and ready to go.
Monica really wanted to continue sleeping, but suddenly remembered that she needed to make sure he left quietly without Bella noticing.
So she forced herself to get out of bed, ran to the door, and sighed in relief after confirming that Bella had gone shopping.
She called for Steven to come downstairs.
He stood by the door, looking down at her. "I'm leaving."
"Mmm." She yawned and pushed him. "You should hurry, Bella is coming back."
Steven raised an eyebrow and gently cupped the back of her head, pulling her towards him and kissing her.
"Mmm..." Monica weakly struggled. "What are you doing?"
He nibbled on her lip. "Good morning kiss, I'll leave after."
Feeling tired and sleepy, Monica didn't have the energy to resist. She almost leaned into his embrace and closed her eyes.
The two of them gently kissed at the entrance, with Monica holding onto him, feeling a bit light-headed.
They didn't even notice the sound of footsteps nearby.
Until a familiar voice, somewhat relaxed, sounded, "Mmm... or, how about I go first, and then you two can continue?"