Steamy windows from warm breath, panting and sighing until you scream, rivers of passion fogging the screen. Lovers indulging, gripped by the moment, steamy windows, no one can see but they all know what you’re up to and smile with glee.
Passions flaring, glowing bright aura of love penetrates the night, cold moist air meets hot blooded flair, lovers unite without a care. Hot bodies with sweat drenched hair, in a steamy car in the middle of nowhere. State of undress, hot caress, no duress, wanting to impress.
Two lovers blowing a hot gale, until excitement prevails and one of them wails. Steamy windows, dripping fire from back seat desire in little attire.
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