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Windows fogged, the purr of the engine syncs with their racing hearts. She leans over, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum beading at his tip. He grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles white, as she takes him in, her mouth warm and wet. The car lurches as they reach the order window, her head bobbing up and down, her hands working in tandem. The cashier's surprised stare only fuels their lust. Back on the road, she straddles him, her panties pushed aside, ready to ride him until they reach their destination.