Rapid Thrusts in the Car

In the cloak of night, 'en' and 'auto' become interchangeable. The car's hum lulls the city to sleep, but inside, a different rhythm takes over. The driver's seat reclines, offering a tantalizing view of 'el', his pants pooling around his ankles. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in sensation as his hand works his rigid length, from base to tip. The windows fog, reflecting the heat of their shared secret.

• el
• en
• auto
• garche

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