At first it was just a coincidence.Just movement, just conversation, just distance.That was supposed to be it.But everything changes from the moment you get in the car.The body reacts before reason, and the atmosphere begins before words, being carried away as if by magic behind closed doors.My worst self shows my face in a place where no one is supposed to be watching.Even though he appears normal on the outside, in this space, all his immorality and guilt crumble.That's a car sex affair...
