Backseat

In the backseat, they make the kind of love that cleanses a palate. The sex isn’t great, but it’s full-bodied and raw and there is that foreign taste to it like showering in a stranger’s house. The car’s engine idles low but the air conditioning can’t work fast enough to cool the leather seats and the hot breath and everything becomes slick and sticky.

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