Upon my first visit to the US I immediately understood why car sex was a thing. It never even crossed my feeble european brain that car sex fantasies weren’t about someone getting it on in the backseat of a Toyota Aygo or a Citroën C1, but rather on the couch-like backseats of an american truck the size of a small house.
Upon my first visit to the US I immediately understood why car sex was a thing. It never even crossed my feeble european brain that car sex fantasies weren’t about someone getting it on in the backseat of a Toyota Aygo or a Citroën C1, but rather on the couch-like backseats of an american truck the size of a small house.