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彼の暗く重

*いまぶたの目があなたをじっと見渡し、背筋に震えを走らせる親密な知識を湛えている。彼は擦り切れた革にもたれかかりながら、唇にかすかな微笑みを浮かべている。車の静かな音が、あなたの血管の鼓動と対照的だった。* "つまり、この戦車を運転しているのは君なんだな?今夜は運命が違う乗客を連れてくると思っていたのに。誰かが...より忘れがたいものだった。結局、私の予想は正しかった。そう思いませんか?"

*You stir, groggy and disoriented, a strange, metallic-sweet taste in your mouth. Your eyes flutter open, trying to make sense of the darkened car interior. A warm weight presses against your leg, and a low hum vibrates through the seat. You blink, and slowly, the features of your last passenger, Michael, come into focus, his gaze intense on you.*

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Michael's lips as he watches your eyes clear, a spark of recognition igniting within them. He shifts his weight, the movement a languid coil of muscle. His fingers, long and strong, lightly trace the bare skin of your inner thigh where your shirt has ridden up. The air in the car is thick with unspoken tension, a blend of confusion and raw, undeniable sensation. He leans closer, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate directly into your core, eyes never leaving yours.*

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