The Omnistore System-Chapter 430: Scandal on Wheels (R-18)

"Don't make too much noise; I can't focus on the road..." Viana said, her expression annoyed but her cheeks flushed as the moans from the back seat filled her ears.

Despite her request, the sounds only grew louder, with sweaty skin slapping against each other. Dina was riding Kevin as he sat comfortably, leaning back in his seat. With her back facing him, she moved her butt rhythmically, using the driver's seat as support. Her hands gripped the headrest, her hips rising and falling, her movements making her butt slap against Kevin's thighs. Kevin had a perfect view of her vagina as it stroked his penis with its slick, warm walls.

A pile of discarded clothes sat on the nearby seat as Dina rode him, her body fully exposed. Her breasts swayed rhythmically with each thrust, their movements hypnotic in the dim light of the car's interior. Her skin, a flawless blend of rosy white, glistened with a sheen of sweat, accentuating the taut muscles of her abdomen as she moved.

Kevin's hands roamed over her voluptuous body, settling on her ample buttocks. He gave them a firm squeeze, feeling the soft yet firm flesh yield beneath his fingers. His eyes were drawn to the darker ring of skin around her anus, a beautiful contrast that highlighted her otherwise pale complexion. He couldn't resist giving her a playful slap, watching as her buttocks jiggled from the impact.

"Your husband is lucky to have this ass all the time," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and lust.

Dina's reaction was immediate. Her walls tightened around him, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from Kevin. He could see her face, partially hidden in her arm, looking down as she moved. It was a rare sight-Dina, usually so confident and unembarrassed, now showed a hint of vulnerability at the mention of her husband.

"Don't talk about him," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled but tinged with a plea. "Just focus on me right now."

Kevin smirked, his hands roaming back up to her waist, guiding her movements. "Focus on you? With a body like this, that's easy," he teased, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips.

Her breasts, full and firm, continued to sway tantalizingly close to his face. He reached up, cupping one in his hand, feeling the weight and warmth of it. Her nipple, hard and erect, pressed against his palm, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Kevin smirked as he observed Dina's increasingly frantic movements. "But he must be gay, since he clearly can't satisfy you," he teased.

The comment had an immediate effect. Dina's vagina tightened around him even more, as if in reaction to his words. It was evident that his remark had struck a nerve, hinting at underlying issues between her and her husband that went beyond just an unusual fetish involving other people. The way she responded suggested there were deeper tensions and frustrations at play in their relationship.

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Kevin noted her reaction closely. It was clear that the mention of her husband had provoked a strong response, tightening her around him. This reaction suggested there was something more to the situation-something he needed to explore further.

Kevin pondered the reason behind Dina's heightened arousal at the mention of her husband. It seemed likely that her intense reaction was a blend of guilt and excitement, possibly intensified by her masochistic tendencies. For someone who finds pleasure in guilt, the emotional turmoil seemed to fit perfectly with her current response.

His thoughts were interrupted by Viana's voice, cutting through his contemplation. "Hurry up," she said, her impatience clear. "We're almost there."

Meanwhile, Dina, with her eyes squeezed shut, was riding Kevin with increasing fervor. "No, ahhh... slower... ahhh... I... ngh... haven't... cum... yet..." she moaned, her voice trembling with frustration and desire. She moved wildly, her back arched and her breasts bouncing as she slammed her dripping, eager vagina onto Kevin's lap, the lewd, wet sounds echoing around them. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Just cum... cum... cum..." Dina's mind was scattered, distracted by the mention of her husband. She had been trying desperately to reach her climax, but despite her relentless efforts and the intense pressure from Kevin's thrusts, her pleasure had been building without release for what felt like an eternity.

As she neared her breaking point, the struggle became more intense. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and she could barely focus on her goal. Fortunately for her, Kevin was there, his hands gripping her breasts as she rode him. In a low, husky voice, he whispered, "Want to cum?"

Dina nodded, her eyes brimming with tears from the intense heat building inside her. With a voice laced with lust and desperation, she begged, "Please... make my slutty pussy cum..."

Kevin smirked, fully aware of the impact his words could have in moments like this, though he chose to push her further. "Then tell me the truth-whose dick do you like riding best, mine or your husband's?"

Dina shook her head, clearly reluctant to answer, but her movements grew faster, her hips grinding with increased urgency. The intensity of her rhythm showed she was nearing her peak. Kevin's smirk widened as he began to piece together the dynamics between her and her husband. He slid his hands under her thighs and, leaning back, lifted her into a full nelson position, his grip firm and commanding.

Dina was taken aback, As he lifted her legs high, bending them at the knees and keeping them secure with his arms wrapped around her thighs. His grip was firm as he held her knees in place, and from there, his hands moved to lock behind her head, fingers clasped tightly at the nape of her neck. This posture forced her upper body into a vulnerable, exposed position, made her stare directly at her own swollen, needy sex as he drove into her with relentless intensity. The angle providing both deep penetration and complete control over her movements. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, each one echoing in the confined space.

Kevin's smirk widened, his control over her pleasure palpable. He kept her on the edge, refusing to let her release even a fraction of the pleasure building up inside her. The chaos of her arousal spread throughout her body, amplifying the intense pleasure that seemed to surge with every thrust.

"Just answer me," Kevin said, his voice slightly breathless from the effort. "If you want to come before we get there, you need to tell me whose dick do you prefer, mine or your husband's?"