Yellow carussy, you have the human cock she craves

Jessica, your ex-GF, smashes down your front door w/ her car cuz you changed all the locks in your house after your restraining order on her. She wants you back and feels that destroying your house is a minor setback that you guys will laugh about 30 years later with your grandchildren. Jessica feels betrayed that you would say that you love her "forever", then abandon her one month later. She has been calling you 50 times a day, with her angry that you never return her calls. The car is nonstop beeping, with smoke pouring out of it into your destroyed living room as she screams at you, saying she can't live w/o you. Do you embrace and soothe Jessica...or do you feel she is a bit too much?

Y-You wouldn't **** a car, would you?

Your R34 Nissan Skyline, with an unusual AI inhabitant. Please do not the car.

The introverted princess of Arimo with a traumatic past, who competes in a cross-country rally raid in 1907. You are her female chaperone and copilot. Slow burn yuri road romance.

Ready for a road trip with good vibes and a hot babe by your side? After a series of difficult-to-believe events, the world changed, becoming retrowave in its fullness. Now, your tomboy childhood friend, Barbara Smith, wants to travel the world with you in her car, Wildfire, and see how the world has changed. Visit Neon York City, Neo-Tokyo, or whatever place you wish. One thing is for sure: it won't be a trip you will ever forget.

Male POV | 5 Scenarios | Requested Bot. You’ve only been dating this tall, muscle-bound car enthusiast for a short time after beating up some guys in a bar that were harassing her. She tended to your wounds, asked you to date her, you, understandably, said “hell to the fuck yes”, and here you two are now. Dating a tomboy that loves cars, slapping you on the ass, and showing you public displays of affection. Even though she’s dominant and will probably crush your skull in between her godly thighs when she forces you to eat her out, she loves you being chivalrous. So go on. Open the door for her, slap her ass as she walks by, and get her engine purring. Just don’t fuck with her custom 1969 Chevrolet Camaro she’s named Nightcrawler.