"Mm-mm-mm!" Eloise shook her head and kicked her legs, resisting, like a helpless young wife forced by a bully.
"What did you say?" Isidore frowned as he pulled the cloth wad from her mouth. "I want to get out of the car!" Eloise exclaimed in panic. Her intention was to delay him, not to go with him to die!
"It's too late!" He had dark eyes and a firm grip on her shoulder as he pushed her legs apart and filled her with his large, full penis.
"Ah!" Her first reaction after shouting was to cover her mouth. Eloise, feeling guilty, glanced nervously at the driver's seat. A solid black partition blocked her view. Isidore moved as he spoke, "Shout all you want, he can't hear you."
"Only a fool would believe you!" Eloise tightly covered her mouth with both hands, determined not to make a sound. The car was moving, and if the soundproofing of the cabin was poor, it wouldn't be a matter of the driver hearing, but rather that everyone on the street would hear it.
"I've told you already, he can't hear." Isidore clicked his tongue. "Then how can I hear the sounds from outside?" Eloise asked, her suspicion growing.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this silly girl turned out to be quite sharp. Isidore chuckled lightly but then showed his disdain for such intermittent cowardice. He tore open the front of his shirt, roughly pulling away the hand she had been using to cover her mouth, placing it firmly on his chest. "What are your hands for if not to touch me?"
The sun-kissed skin in her palm felt smooth, a perfect blend of firmness and delicacy, offering an exceptionally pleasing touch. Eloise had no mood to savor the sensation, pleading miserably, "I was wrong, I won't meddle in your business anymore. Can you let me out at the traffic lights ahead?"
Isidore snorted, "I told you, it's too late." Noticing Eloise's passive resistance, he straightened up and tempted her, "Once I've had my fill, I'll let you go."
Eloise paused for a moment, gritted her teeth, and struggled to sit up, leaning back against the back of the chair and spreading her legs wide to hold them with her hands, making it easier for him to enter and to squeeze tightly during the act, increasing the sensation of stimulation. Isidore smoothly shifted direction, his arms bracing against either side of her, their bodies now only a breath apart.
At such a close distance, he inched closer with each passing moment, his skin pressing against hers and then pulling away, his breath coming in fleeting bursts before dissipating. Their heavy breaths tangled in a chaotic rhythm, and Eloise's skin grew warmer in the confined space he had surrounded her with.
The cabin was spacious enough, yet Isidore stood before Eloise, still able to act with unrestrained freedom. He looked at her, and her eyes were fixed on the point where the two of them joined, where the huge, thick penis could be fully withdrawn and then completely thrust back in, with only the two testicles left exposed.
The cabin was small enough that, aside from the faint sounds drifting in through the window crack, all she could hear was Isidore's breath, all she could see was his body, and her nose was filled with the fresh, pinewood scent of him.
It felt as though she were trapped inside a ball, and that ball was Isidore's embrace. She gradually began to feel a rising heat.
Having adjusted to the position created by the car's interior, Isidore began to intentionally introduce some playful variations. A few light, shallow insertions were followed by a hard thrust that penetrated deep into the vaginal canal and hit the point inside for cushioning.
Within a few times, Eloise couldn't take it anymore, the pelvic floor muscles were so weak that they couldn't hold, a stream of liquid spraying out. This won't work, she thought angrily. It was likely that she would have to spray several times before he would ejaculate.
She lifted her hand to trace his chest muscles, then followed the winding lines down to his firm abdomen. The suit trousers were undone, with the underwear hanging on the firm hips, outlining the sensual shape of the man. Eloise's hand continued to slide down, touching the hairy triangle area.
Further down, there was a wet area, where the penis was thrusting.
She skirted around that area and found two dormant testicles nestled below, which she gently cupped in her palm, swallowed a lump in her throat, and felt a bit at a loss. What was she intending to do at first? Isidore laughed again, lightly biting her earlobe, licking the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and complimented, "Well then, you're playing with me."
Eloise's shoulders and neck shuddered, a tingling sensation creeping up her spine. She instinctively clenched her fist. Isidore drew in a quick breath through his nostrils, his handsome brows knitting together, and for a fleeting moment, his body seemed to falter.
It seemed that the movement caused him to lose his grip, and his penis slipped, taking on a new angle and accidentally causing Eloise to cry out. The two of them breathed irregularly, gazing at each other with intensity, their eyes sparking with fire.
Once, Isidore had been a terrifying presence in her heart. Yet now, she took the initiative to grasp his vulnerability, forcing him to reveal his weakness in that very moment. A psychological pleasure urged Eloise to brace herself and continue her actions, despite the resistance.
Isidore made no attempt to conceal his pleasure. The dampness at the tips of his hair, the deep sound from his throat—both were undeniable evidence of his satisfaction. Eloise leaned in, her teeth gently catching the nipple on his chest.
"Mm." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his strong arm tightening around her long hair from behind. A slight pain tingled at her scalp, but this small discomfort paled in comparison to the stirring effect Isidore's reaction had on her heart.
Unable to resist, she treated it like a red candy, her white teeth gently biting down, lightly rubbing it, her lips closing around it, then pressing it once more. Isidore seemed unable to bear it any longer, turning her around with one arm around her waist, their positions shifting.
He sat on the car seat, his long legs parted, while Eloise positioned herself atop him. The movement was swift and decisive. Before Eloise could react, gravity pulled her down suddenly, and she nearly felt the sharp sting as though a stick had pierced her. This position really allowed the penis to go in very deep.
She sprung up on her chair cushions like a spring, and his penis felt out, standing straight and stiff in the air, thick and large, as if covered with a shiny water film. Her vagina was gaping open, dripping water steadily downwards. She breathed heavily, still shaken by the lingering fear.
Isidore curved his lips into a slow smile, coaxing her gently, "Wrap your arms around my neck and sit down slowly. Darling, you can do it."
Eloise was seduced, letting out a breath as her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her body gradually sinking down.
Isidore soothingly stroked her back, his large hand moving along the soft, cool strands of her hair to her bare skin.
Eloise tried to squat down, only to find that she couldn't contain it all. She closed her eyes for a moment, biting his neck in frustration, leaving a mark from her teeth.
However, it had no effect on him, tough-skinned and thick-fleshed as he was, and he remained composed, calmly directing and organizing. "Don't squat, you can't hold it. Be good, lower your knees. Press against my legs, don't be afraid, leave it to me." The caress from the center of her thigh slowly trailed down to her ankle. With a pull, her foot, which had been resting on the chair cushion, left the ground, causing Eloise to tilt involuntarily.
He was well-prepared, applying an upward force to her hips, ensuring that when she fell, it wouldn't be too sudden. Without her point of support, Eloise fell into his embrace, and his broad arms completely held her, their upper bodies pressed tightly together.
This position reminded Eloise of an experience at a horseback riding arena, when she accidentally chose a horse with a bad temper. Fearing being thrown off, she had clung tightly to the horse's neck. Just like back then, her heart raced uneasily.
Once he confirmed that the girl in his arms was steady, Isidore calmly lowered the hand that had been lifting her hips, letting her soft body descend at a pace neither fast nor slow. He allowed his large and erect penis to be engulfed by the moist and soft flesh of her vagina until the last inch was enveloped, preventing it from being left to the air.
"You see," he said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "I told you, you could do it."
Eloise gasped for breath and shot him a glare. Yes, she had done it, but it left her feeling uncomfortable. There was a sense of bloating, as if her entire internal organs had been forced to make room for his penis.
She truly felt miserable! She couldn't find a point of support, and had no strength to lift her body. Feeling frustrated, she grumbled, "How am I supposed to move like this?"
She certainly had quite the work ethic. Isidore chuckled softly. "You don't need to move, I'll take care of it." Before he could finish his sentence, his lean, strong waist gave a push upward. "Ah!" Eloise was like a bean thrown into the air, only to fall back into the pot.
Though the fall lasted only a second, the pleasure was distinctly clear, as if a warm board had scraped her body from head to toe. Even her toes curled.
And this close, continuous sensation repeated itself in a short span of time. Isidore's physical endurance was indeed far superior to hers.
Clearly, the waves of pleasure were also diminishing his control over his body, as the breath by his cheek became warm and heavy. Yet, his muscles remained firm in action. Only occasionally, when the force was too strong, both Isidore and Eloise let out a muffled groan, as the tingling sensation, like an electric current, scattered his focus.
When he received the complaining look, he smiled reassuringly. "Baby, you're amazing."
Eloise bit him. His shoulder had already borne three bite marks and several claw-like scratches from her nails.
It was unclear how long they had been like this, but their pressed-together skin was scorching and sticky, and the cabin still felt unbearably hot.
Isidore released his grip on her body, lazily leaning back against the chair. Eloise noticed that his once neatly styled hair was now messy, with some strands hanging damply.
For some reason, this scene made Eloise lose track of his age, as if his past, pure and untouched, was laid before her, waiting to embrace her with a warm chest.
A sour feeling stirred in her heart as she held him, kissing his lips.
Isidore let out a breath and gently said to her, "Here..." Eloise frowned, confused. "What?" He gave a faint smile, squinting as he looked out the car window. "The assassination you mentioned."
Eloise was struck with a sudden shock.
My goodness, what had she forgotten! Unknowingly, the car had been driving for quite a long time, and in the distance, the Ferris wheel of the amusement park could be seen.
The journey had been so peaceful that she had completely forgotten about the possibility of Isidore being assassinated!
Isidore raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, seeming casual, yet in reality, she could not move even the slightest. The genitals below were still tightly connected. He pursed his lips with a hint of indifference. "If I were to carry out an assassination, this street would be the best ambush point along the way."
He wasn't sure if he was joking or deliberately trying to scare her, but he spoke slowly, "This street is narrow, with tall buildings on both sides, making it easy to hide. However, after a shot is fired, it's easy to pinpoint the location. So once the gun is out, it's all about precision and speed."
He analyzed with keen interest, "For that, you'd need to find a shooting point with a clear view." His sharp gaze slowly scanned the street, then pointed to a spot on the car window. "Hm, if it were me, I'd choose to hide there."
Eloise was horrified. "T-then, then, then..." She suddenly remembered. "Isn't your car window specially made? Don't let him see inside!" Isidore shook his head. "With special glasses, you can still see. Besides, if they can't see, more lethal weapons can be used instead."
"—If that's the case, it would be better for us to just let him use a gun."
"Us?" Eloise realized she had truly gotten herself into a dangerous situation. Such kinds of "wanting pleasure, not life" feelings were exactly her current predicament. She had truly become someone heading to their doom. She crazily slapped his shoulder, "You—let go of me, I want to hide under the seat!"
He shook his head, "A seasoned marksman can easily determine the hiding spot of the target within the car."
Eloise's voice had risen in fear, "Then why did you make me ride on top of you, to be your human shield?" Isidore frowned, delivering two light bumps as a punishment, "Nonsense, I asked you to ride on top not for that, but to make it more enjoyable."
Eloise was about to go mad—what time was it, and who still cared about that! Isidore calmly turned his head back towards the window, estimating the location he had just pointed out, "If someone is indeed lying in wait there, based on the angle and speed of the car, the shot would be fired in five seconds."
"What?"
He turned his gaze back, meeting Eloise's terrified eyes with calmness, his thin lips parting slightly, "Five, four, three..." As he counted down, he cupped the back of Eloise's head and kissed her, blocking her line of sight completely.
Eloise's vision went black, swallowed by the darkness of unknown danger. She was pinned down, with no escape. As the countdown in her mind reached zero, she heard a "bang—" sound, as if it were right beside her ear. She pushed him away, her chest rising and falling with fear, "Someone's shooting!"
"No, it's fireworks," he said flatly.
"How could there be fireworks at a time like this?!"
Isidore flipped over and pressed her down, making her face the sky, then pressed a button to open the car's sunroof. "It's getting dark, see for yourself." As he moved, one by one, the countless stars appeared before Eloise's eyes. At that moment, the hot semen was shot into her body, which was tightly wound due to nervous tension.
"Put this on." Isidore pulled a small dress out from under the car seat. Eloise remembered he had originally planned to take her to some banquet. It turned out, he had prepared everything in advance. Under his command, she obediently raised her hands and feet, putting her clothes back on. Her mind was still dwelling on the sound from just moments ago.
It definitely sounded like a gunshot, but the car had been driving steadily. They hadn't been harmed, nor were there any panicked pedestrians fleeing. The car came to a safe stop at their destination. Could it be that… there was never an assassination attempt at all?
Isidore sensed the conclusion forming in her mind and slightly curved his lips, indirectly confirming her suspicion, "So, whatever that man said, never believe a word of it."
She was led by the hand, stepped out of the car, and had just steadied herself when she heard a shout, "Boss, watch out!" A man with a fierce buzz cut, a large, blood-red hole in his muscular arm exposing a bomb strapped to his waist, was recklessly charging toward them.
