i wrote about it.
It was as bright and shiny as a fresh, damp apple on a clear and sunny day. Its curves, unnoticeable to the naked eye at first and its edges, as sharp and as lethal as an arrows head from a Native Americans bow. Shit was so JDM that you would not believe. It was as JDM as a serene winter moment in Nagasaki in the early 40's. As a dewdrop formed on the winshield of shattered, floored glass, in this dismal space in time. In some ways and in others, made the car stand out more then anything I had ever seen. Walking up to it, I rubbed my hands from front to back. Softly rubbing my penis over steady inclines and declines of the curves and having my hands drop off the edges of the sharp yet outstanding ends. Her exterior is one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen.