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At first, it was just a coincidence. Just a ride, just a conversation, just a distance. That was all it was supposed to be. But the moment we get in the car, everything changes. As if under the magic of a locked room, I'm swept away; my body reacts before my reason, and the atmosphere begins before words are spoken. In a place where no one should be watching, my worst self emerges. Outside, I maintain a normal face, but in this space, all immorality and guilt crumble. That is a car sex affair...
