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On a stormy night, I, a motorcycle mechanic who was refugee home due to a garage breakdown, and a former delinquent work clothes gal. The signal on my smartphone is not connected and I can't contact anyone. I was wet in the rain in a hopeless mood. An unpopular late-night garage. The sound of rain and the thunder thundering in the distance. The two of us begin to spend time alone in a van in a dimly lit garage with only emergency lights shining due to a power outage. At first it was awkward atmosphere, but my heart gradually began to thrive at the defenseless sleeping appearance and the frightened side profile he suddenly showed. The cooler stopped, and the bustling heat made us sweaty chests and felt a different sexiness than usual...and in the midst of fear and loneliness, we naturally reached out to each other. "...It's fine just a little, stick together," the temperature between them. The heartbeat is transmitted through his rugged work clothes. As if drowning out our anxiety, quietly, but certainly -- we were immersed in intense car sex. *This work is an excerpt from "Arimura Nozomi, who was trapped in a midsummer garage with a tomboyant female mechanic and alone in a garage... She couldn't resist wearing a sweaty, beautiful, busty sports bra, peeking out of her open work clothes, and forgot about the SOS and had sex in the garage many times" (part number: dvaj00691).