Ignitin' Rubber, Stealin' Hearts

This ain't no fairy tale, this is the wild side of lust. We're talkin' runs under the neon lights, engines roarin', and hearts poundin' like a stock car on the straightaway. It's about that thrill of underage sex the chase, the smell of burnt rubber and sweet adventure. This ain't for the faint of heart, this is for the ones who live life in the r

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