A large, thick penis was slowly and smoothly inserted all the way to the bottom, perfectly fitting the shape of the vagina that had been opened, with not a single millimeter of extra space and just the right amount of tightness. Isidore pressed close to Eloise's temple, releasing a long, sticky breath from his nose. It was both warm and itchy, raising a ripple of goosebumps across her back. He was doing it on purpose.
Eloise dared not look away from the steward, but was also teased by him, her attention split between the two fires—both the danger outside and the heat beside her. Her gaze was frantic, her heart in turmoil. Unable to bear his satisfied, leisurely expression any longer, Eloise angrily pinched him with a sharp, vengeful grip.
She quickly regretted it. She had forgotten once again: Isidore was the type who would repay every slight, no matter how small.
The hand on Eloise's breasts tightened instantly. A flicker of pained restraint crossed his handsome face, but once his brows unfurled, Isidore gave her a deep, lingering glance.
Standing up, he suddenly relaxed his grip on her mouth, and then, with a sinister glint in his eyes, he began to thrust in and out with vigorous strokes. The carriage was spacious enough, more than enough to allow him to fully exert himself.
After a few attempts, the vagina was quite comfortable with the penis and had no reservations. He played with it, changing the angle and frequency. Needless to say, it was intentional once again. Eloise widened her eyes and glared at him, her gaze filled with panic: Are you crazy?!
The man pressed his forehead against the window, his round nose flattened, peering inside with suspicion, trying to find any trace of the owner of the illegally parked car in the midst of the dim, chaotic darkness.
What if—what if he saw something, or heard some sound...
At this moment, there were at least five or six sounds ringing in Eloise's ears: The sound of leather cushions rubbing against skin, the sound of a penis and the vagina was penetrating squirting water, the sound of two bodies colliding "pap", and Isidore's decadent swallowing of saliva and slight panting...
Everything in the silent carriage was magnified infinitely, as if each sound were a destructive missile, crashing heavily onto her fragile nerves.
Isidore might not care for face, but she still did!
Eloise was so furious that a breath lodged painfully in her chest. She wasn't his confidante, but she understood—his purpose in letting go of her hand was to make her unable to resist crying out, to join in this symphony. It was a way of "getting back at her." This villain, thoroughly wicked!
For this, he not only inserted and pulled out his penis regularly, but also played around with various techniques. For example, after inserting it all the way in, he would circle it and rock it, applying pressure to every point on the inner wall with the tip of his penis, causing Eloise's scalp to tingle as if it were about to explode.
For example, controlling the depth and intensity of penetration, with a few light strokes, followed by a forceful penetration that caught her off guard and left her experiencing a sensation of her spine being electrically shocked, causing her soul to leave her body.
Her mind was hazy, yet a stubborn thought remained firmly in her head: she would not let him have his way again! Her teeth clenched so tightly her lips turned white, refusing to let any sound escape.
So stubborn! Isidore's complex gaze descended from above, his palm kneading her soft skin as his thin lips parted, forming a commanding shape: "Scream." Eloise closed her eyes, shaking her head desperately.
Isidore blinked a flash of malice in his pupils, leaned down, and entered even more forcefully, as if he were trying to puncture her through. His hands pressed firmly by Eloise's ears, his body radiating the scent of masculine pheromones, enclosing her in a suffocating proximity.
Eloise suddenly turned her face, her mouth fastening onto the pulsing vein at his neck. He turned his head, meeting a pair of eyes clouded with moisture.
Eloise used all her strength to squeeze him tightly, threateningly, and whispered in his ear with the smallest voice, "Let me go, or I'll squeeze you out!"
Isidore said, "Good." His wrist, with its sharp bone structure, lifted slightly, and the safety belt restraining Eloise's limbs loosened. But she barely relaxed for a second, unable to catch her breath before Isidore seized her arm, lifting her and pressing her against the window.
His penis pushed in from behind, forcing Eloise's small face to press against the glass window and be face-to-face with the man outside!
Isidore began his leisurely movements, and the sensation of pleasure from her vagina began to spread steadily from her lower body to her entire body, filling her brain nerves and trying to find an outlet for release.
Eloise tilted her head back, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth pressed firmly shut, not daring to relax even a little. She almost wished she could sew her lips shut with a needle and thread, for she could no longer hold back.
The man's gaze wandered over the glass, aimless and unfocused, yet it always gave Eloise the disturbing illusion that her own shame was being witnessed. She dared not imagine what would happen if that person truly saw, yet she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it.
Her nerves were stretched too tightly, like a thin thread on the verge of snapping, tugging at strange physiological reactions that kept rising within her. Her entire skin turned red and hot, the vagina contracted and relaxed, and the sensitive area became more sensitive.
It was to Isidore's benefit, but to her suffering.
The man outside the window seemed to be giving up, reluctantly pulling back his gaze and attempting to check the rear window instead. Relieved by the absence of that pressing gaze, Eloise was about to sigh, when suddenly, with a sharp "slap," Isidore struck her on the backside.
The man, who had just turned away, snapped his gaze back at the sound, as if a sudden instinct had him make a sharp U-turn. Eloise was almost terrified to death, her whole body tensing up suddenly, while Isidore behind her let out a satisfied, muffled grunt.
"Did I hear wrong?" the man murmured in confusion. He began circling the car, knocking on each window in turn, peering inside as he went. With every knock, it struck Eloise's temple, and she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being circled and scrutinized, caught between the extremes of heat and cold.
After circling the car without finding anything, the man finally gave up completely, muttering to himself, "I clearly saw someone get on the car," as he walked away, glancing back every few steps.
Eloise's last shred of restraint held out until the figure of the man disappeared. In that instant, all her self-control crumbled, and the feelings she had been suppressing for so long surged out from her throat: "Ah... ah..."
