Backseat, windows up, that is the real way i prefer to.
I thought my days of car sex were finally behind me when I kissed high school goodbye. I decided to manage to bring an enthusiast back into my “cool” university dorm space, full of dreamcatchers and unframed posters of Bob Marley. I figured I’d have a sick studio in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, and it would surely suffice after I graduated. Okumaya devam et “Methods for Better Vehicle Intercourse”