This man satisfied me, but left me feeling even more empty inside.

Now I desperately crave a man's hands, crave rough fondling.

I decide to be even bolder, directly taking off my underwear, leaving only the thin slip dress.

With one glance, anyone can see my pale body.

Men must really want to touch such a seductive body, right?

They definitely do!

Filled with anticipation, I quickly accept a second ride request.

I long for the second passenger to touch me, convinced I absolutely won't resist and will definitely enjoy his roughness.

On the road, I roll down the window. While waiting at a red light, someone in the car next to me sees me.

He stares at me in shock, his burning gaze wanting to pounce on me.

I pretend not to notice his stare, pushing out my chest. My heart races like a frightened deer, excitement making my body sweat.

This makes me anticipate the next passenger even more!

The light turns green. I floor the gas pedal and arrive at the destination to pick up the second passenger.

As soon as he gets in the car, his eyes widen, staring intently at my body!

The sweat makes my thin dress cling tightly to my skin.

The already see-through dress now outlines my curves - it's not hard to imagine how seductive I look right now.

I can barely contain my excitement but feel nervous too, shamefully covering my chest with my arms.

My thin arms can't hide anything, only pushing things together.

It's more like extending some kind of invitation.

The man's gaze grows hotter, his breathing becoming rapid.

"B-buckle your seatbelt, we're about to leave."

I say in a soft voice, starting the car, making my chest bounce even more.

The man finally can't hold back. He tentatively reaches over, climbing onto my pale thigh.

With beast-like eyes, he stares at me intently, wanting to see my reaction.

His heavy palm is somewhat rough but burning hot.

It's so hot it makes my body shudder.

Seeing that I don't resist, the man becomes bolder, roughly grabbing me.

Kneading freely.

I've never been touched by a man before. This unprecedented pleasure completely consumes me.

I unconsciously let out a muffled moan from my throat. The strange sound startles even me.

Hearing this, the man mocks me.

"Missing men this late at night, aren't you?"

"I... I'm not."

I try desperately to cover up, but how could he possibly believe me?

"Not? You think I'll buy that?"

"Perfect timing - I haven't played with a woman in ages. Since you're delivering yourself to me, don't blame me."

As he speaks, his other hand explores downward, skillfully teasing me.

His rough palm hurts, but my body becomes even more aroused, like electric current flowing through me, making my body tremble uncontrollably.

I almost lose grip of the steering wheel, nearly crashing into the median barrier.

I quickly pull over to the roadside.

But I forgot this is near the town square with people coming and going.

If someone sees us...

We'd probably make tomorrow's headlines!

The man doesn't care about any of this. He leans over, burying his face in my neck, nibbling.

Both hands ravage my body even more wildly.

I'm both excited and scared. The perverted pleasure makes me involuntarily moan softly.

"You're such a slut!"

He curses, becoming even more excessive, directly lifting my dress. The cool sensation makes me feel incredibly ashamed yet unable to stop.

I notice pedestrians walking toward us.

My heart jumps to my throat!