Windshield Wipers and Wet Lips

In the throes of a sudden downpour, Bigg-Skipp's voyeur captures an anonymous driver's unexpected delight in the backseat. Through the rain-streaked windows, the car's interior glows with a lewd warmth as the driver, a mystery in a trench coat, leans back, spreading their legs wide. Their hand disappears beneath their coat, emerging to grip the steering wheel with damp, trembling fingers. The windshield wipers slap rhythmically, mirroring the motion beneath the coat, as the driver's lips part, releasing a soft moan that gets lost in the storm.

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