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His footsteps echoed down the parking garage in dim light. Dark spots filled the empty space. There was only one vehicle. All alone in an isolated, dark place. Vulnerable.
“Hey Truck-Kun,” Kisaki said, “got any plans for tonight?” He wasn’t expecting a result from a truck. It’s a truck.
“I know you want it Truck-Kun, you don’t have to ask,”
Kisaki pulled down his trousers to reveal his large throbbing cock. It dripped in sweat from the pleasure he was having just from sight. He inserted his dick into the exhaust pipe and started on the truck.
“You don’t need lube like a big girl,”
He rammed his cock up the pipe with overpowering arousal that wouldn’t let him be stopped making love to his soul mate.
He went and went for ages. Going and going. As he was about to hit his climax. He heard keys turn. His life flashed before his eyes. The scorching carbon monoxide raced out of the pipe and his dick started to burn. The pain caused him to scream out but the driver couldn’t hear. Truck-Kun started to move backwards. You could hear his bones crack like fireworks on bonfire night. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. All that was left of his life was pain. He couldn’t escape it. He had to go head on. The wheel was going straight for his head. He was stuck.
The wheel went over his head. Kisaki can’t breathe anymore.