Is it normal to be sexually attracted to cars?
Imagine Lightning Mcqueen wearing 100 shirts, but he can't take them off because of his slutty, slutty little wheel hands.
Does this turn you on?
Because I've got some major precipitation in my pants just thinking about it.
I want Mater's rusty wheels to run me over. I want him to slowly put his hook DIRECTLY INTO MY ASSHOLE, and then for him to drive off at 60 miles an hour with me dragged ass first behind him. Sometimes, when I think about this fantasy, I catch myself drooling.
I also want to jam my peepee into Sally's redhot tailpipe.
Is this normal?