"Hey hey hey, wait up!"
Seeing Zhao Qian Yue actually stepping onto the passenger seat to climb onto him, Lin Fan was so scared that he quickly grabbed her, "Qian Yue, we can joke and play around, but don’t joke about this kind of thing."
"Are you even a man?"
Zhao Qian Yue straddled Lin Fan, her long dress billowing around her as she sat directly atop the Iron Pestle, her Abyss separated from the Iron Pestle by just a thin layer of fabric.
"I’m practically throwing myself at you and you don’t dare touch me, what a waste of your ’gift.’"
"If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t need them to come to me. The moment you asked me to take my pants off, I would have stripped you naked, but you’re not anyone else. You are Zhao Chuanchun’s precious pearl, the princess of Red Flag County, and I’m just a man with a bad reputation. If your dad found out I touched you, he’d bury me alive!"
Lin Fan looked at Zhao Qian Yue, her face flushed beneath her dark hair, her round shoulders above the deep cleavage of her low-cut dress. At this moment, she was rubbing her abdomen against the Iron Pestle, not only arousing him but also causing her own breathing to become ragged.
"Are you that afraid of dying?"
Zhao Qian Yue pursed her lips, still able to feel the heat of Lin Fan’s Iron Pestle through her underwear. As her body gently writhed, although not invaded, the tingling pleasure had already made her lose herself.
"It’s not about being afraid to die, but about being reasonable... It’s definitely not worth losing a life over this kind of thing. Besides, you know I have many women, I can’t give you any promises..."
Lin Fan tried to argue, but Zhao Qian Yue laughed, "Are you sick in the head? Do I need promises from you? The reason I want you is that you won’t cling to me like other men. You’re not a local, and I have needs at my age. It’s a mutual arrangement, and as long as we don’t talk, how would my dad find out?"
"You’re proposing we become friends with benefits?"
Hearing Zhao Qian Yue’s words, Lin Fan finally relaxed, slightly. He had thought Zhao Chuanchun had sent his daughter to seduce him, but on reflection, it seemed unnecessary for them.
"What else? There are so many wealthy families in the province wanting to marry me, and my dad has said no. Is your family background stronger than those from Provincial City? Besides, Blind Zhou said I will have no marriage in this life, so I have no plans to marry. Since you’re a master at courting women, I’ll spar with you. But let’s make it clear; we can share our bodies, but not our lives. When I want you, you must come to me immediately, but when I don’t, you mustn’t bother me. Though, I’ll still take care of you."
Zhao Qian Yue pinched Lin Fan’s chin, her words leaving him unexpectedly unsure of how to respond.
"Only bodies, not lives," he mused, intrigued, "Are you really sure you want it here though? The car is too cramped, going to a hotel would be easier."
Feeling Zhao Qian Yue’s pubic bone pressing on his Iron Pestle, Lin Fan didn’t need to see to know she was already drenched. He steadied her slender waist; while car intimacy was thrilling, the tight space limited movement.
"In Red Flag County... who doesn’t recognize me... if we get a hotel room, won’t that be exposing us... hurry up... I can’t wait any longer... I want it so badly... just give it to me..."
Zhao Qian Yue thrusted awkwardly, her calls stirring Lin Fan, who found a woman throwing herself at him irresistible, especially with her uninhibited approach.
"Fine, let’s move to the back seat, it’s more spacious."
Lin Fan’s hand slid up under her dress, grabbing her plump and perky buttocks.
The touch from the opposite sex made Zhao Qian Yue shiver, so she obediently climbed over the center console, but before she could reach the back seat, Lin Fan already yanked off her panties, sliding them down her pale, porcelain legs.
"You’re really a rogue, taking off a woman’s panties with such ease!"
Zhao Qian Yue, now in the back seat, shyly turned her face, her cheeks flushed as she looked back at Lin Fan.
"That’s just a basic skill, I’ve got better abilities than that."
Tossing the damp black lace aside, Lin Fan grabbed Zhao Qian Yue’s ankles and pulled her legs onto the front seat, leaving her derrière resting on the center console.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Zhao Qian Yue’s arms propped on the back seat to prevent herself from falling, and she watched, wide-eyed, as Lin Fan lifted her skirt, revealing the overflow below.
"Of course, I’m going to play with you."
Lin Fan licked his lips, gazing at the carefully trimmed garden beneath her flat abdomen, a pink abyss below, not butterfly-shaped but more like two buns pressed together, which made him lean forward with anticipation.
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