In reply to the anonymous query 'bout fuckin' in vehicles, this unlicensed non-driver needs to specify that it'd have to be someone else's car.

Beyond that, it'd be old, with fins and faded, filthy leather seats that smelled of previous owners when it got hot...

It'd have a radio permanently tuned to a blues/gospel/R&B station without any ads...

It'd have enough room in the back for my friend to stretch out and ride my face in comfort...

It'd have seatbelts long enough to improvise bondage by tangling 'em around each other's ankles...

It'd have big wraparound windows, so passers-by could watch us grind and hump from any angle they chose...

Finally, it'd have the back door open, so you folks could join us adding new stains to the seats...