Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 158: Get On and Ride Yourself!

Inside the cramped, low interior of the car.

Faced with Sun Zhe’s enthusiastic invitation, Zhu Yan found she couldn’t refuse. So, she lifted her silk-clad leg, twisted her slender waist, and naturally and skillfully straddled his lap, facing him.

Sun Zhe tilted his head back slightly, admiring the beautiful face before him. His gaze grew infatuated. "Stepmom, why do I feel like you’re getting younger? Your figure is getting better, too."

Zhu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled. "You just know how to sweet-talk, making an old gal like me happy."

Sun Zhe said earnestly, "You’re not old at all, Stepmom. That’s called being mature. And I’m serious, you really do look a lot younger than before."

"Really?"

"Really."

Sun Zhe gave a wicked smile, his hands exploring down her slender waist to pinch her firm, bouncy buttocks. "Could it be because I’ve been nourishing you so often?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yan giggled. "Maybe. They say a woman who is regularly nourished by a man will become younger and younger."

Sun Zhe said, "Then I’ll nourish you every day. I’ll fuck you from an old baby back into a tender little one."

Zhu Yan playfully pinched him and suddenly asked, "So, do you prefer mature or tender?"

Sun Zhe pondered for a moment. "There’s a saying: ’A young man doesn’t know a good woman when he sees one, mistaking young girls for treasure.’ So I suppose I prefer mature women."

Zhu Yan countered, "Not necessarily. You’re still young, so you might like mature women now. But when you get a bit older, you’ll find that tender little things like Qiaoqiao are even more enticing."

Sun Zhe shrugged indifferently. "Well, let’s talk about that when I’m older. After all, people live for the moment."

Zhu Yan didn’t speak further, instead letting out a soft, breathy moan. At that moment, Sun Zhe’s hand had already ventured into her secret garden, working mischief as he probed the wet spring within.

...

After Sun Zhe’s teasing, Zhu Yan was already overwhelmed with lust, her hunger insatiable. Sun Zhe was equally heated, the Yang Qi within him on the verge of combustion.

"Stepmom, feed me..."

Zhu Yan’s lovely face flushed. Saying nothing, she gently pulled down her already low-cut, off-the-shoulder collar, unreservedly revealing her snowy, firm breasts to him. Sun Zhe then discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of pasties.

He eagerly tore off the soft, fragrant, pink pasties and leaned in, taking one pink bud into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Mmm... you little devil, don’t be so rough. You can’t get any milk..."

Zhu Yan’s delicate brows furrowed as her slender body trembled. One hand instinctively reached up to her head, undoing her bun and letting her long hair cascade down, because she knew he loved to see her with her hair unbound.

At the same time, her hips, straddling Sun Zhe’s lap, began to gently rock back and forth, grinding against the fiery dragon through the layers of fabric.

"Stepmom... why are your little cherries sweet?"

"Are they tasty?"

"Mmm... I want to bite them right off."

Zhu Yan laughed sweetly. "Wouldn’t that kill me with pain? Maybe it’s because that woman from earlier spilled her drink on my face and it trickled down. That’s why they taste sweet."

Sun Zhe’s expression was strange. "I thought she spilled wine on you. Still, I really want to try something when we get home."

"Try what?"

"Douse you in yogurt and then lick it off."

"Mmm... let’s talk about that when we get home. Hurry and come inside, you little devil... Stepmom really wants you."

"Stepmom, how about I fuck you until you cry later?"

"You’re awful... I won’t cry."

"Stepmom, you’ll have to do the work. It’s hard for me to move in the car."

"Okay... then you just sit still."

...

Amidst their playful banter, Sun Zhe lifted Zhu Yan’s hip-hugging skirt to her waist. His hands accurately found her secret garden, and with a pinch of his fingers, he grabbed the thin, sheer stockings.

RIIIP...

The seductive sound of tearing fabric filled the narrow car.

Zhu Yan cooperatively rose to her knees, raising her fragrant hips. One slender hand reached down, pulling the thin lace of her panties aside to expose the peachy, honeyed cavern in the fragrant grove.

Sun Zhe leaned back against the seat, his hands reaching down to idly play with her stocking-clad calves. He let her take charge completely.

After about a minute, Zhu Yan suddenly furrowed her brows and let out a tempting, muffled moan, her expression one of discomfort. At the same time, Sun Zhe felt himself slowly being enveloped by something wet, warm, and slick.

Zhu Yan’s fragrant, wavy hair was a messy cascade around her. One hand gripped Sun Zhe’s shoulder tightly while the other reached down to steady the great dragon. She used its head to pry apart her slightly parted, moist butterfly wings, her waist and hips twisting on his thighs into an incredibly seductive S-curve. Her pearly teeth gently bit her pink, moist lip as she looked at him with a look of longing complaint, an expression that was utterly captivating.

As their gazes locked in a deep, ambiguous stare, the legs she had knelt on either side of his thighs slowly sank down, until the great dragon was buried to its hilt, breaking through the flower’s core. The soft, hot inner folds were like the most loyal guards, instantly swarming to envelop the intruder, clamping down tightly.

But the moment the fiery dragon’s head breached the innermost sanctum, she went limp like a deflated balloon, collapsing powerlessly onto Sun Zhe’s chest. She exhaled a faint, fragrant breath, as if all her strength had abandoned her.

"Ah... you little devil... you’re pushing all the way inside Stepmom."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe slid his body down a little against the seat. His hands reached down, slipped off her high heels, and then began to knead and play with her stocking-clad feet. "You move, Stepmom."

Zhu Yan shot him a plaintive look. "What field plows itself?"

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but chuckle. "But this ox can’t move in here."

Zhu Yan huffed, ignoring him. She pressed her hands against his shoulders to slowly prop up her upper body. Then her waist and hips began to sway back and forth like a supple serpent. The limited space in the car prevented her from lifting her hips up and down, so she had to resort to a back-and-forth motion. She used her tender flesh to tightly sheathe the great spear inside her, then used the twisting of her waist and hips to passively make it stir and grind against her delicate inner walls.

HSSS...

With a twist of her slender waist, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. The feeling was simply heavenly.

"Stepmom, why are you so tight? And so wet... I can feel it dripping."

Zhu Yan looked at Sun Zhe bashfully, then suddenly thrust her chest forward, silencing him with her breast. "Shut up... don’t make any noise. It’ll be trouble if someone finds us."

One of Sun Zhe’s hands squeezed her stocking-clad foot, the other her slender waist. "Stepmom, move faster."

Zhu Yan’s brows furrowed tightly, but she ignored him, maintaining her own rhythm. All she could feel was a massive pillar churning the seas inside her, driving her mad with sensation. As time went on, she couldn’t help but quicken the twisting of her hips, and soon the entire car began to rock violently.

Passersby in the parking lot who saw the shaking BMW would slow their pace, an involuntary, knowing smile appearing on their faces.

"Wonder who’s getting fucked in that car?"

"Tsk, tsk, the wheels are about to shake off."

"People these days sure know how to have fun."

...

Finally, amidst the intense rocking, it took Zhu Yan just over twenty minutes to ride herself to her peak.

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