You pick me up
And we're on the run
Adrenaline pumping
Scooting up against you
Whispering in your ear
Faster
Sliding my hand down your thigh
Pressing down
Needle in the red
The engine is screaming
And so is the bulge in your pants
I strip off my shirt
Unleashing you from your commando pants
And begin to give you head
Tightening your grip on the wheel
******* and deep *********
You are getting close
Hoping you don't close your eyes
spewing your seed
I feel you swerve
My Hand grasps your thigh
You ******
begin to *** again
******* you clean
Harley laughs
And Joker flips off
the cops
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
You pick me up
And we're on the run
Adrenaline pumping
Scooting up against you
Whispering in your ear
Faster
Sliding my hand down your thigh
Pressing down
Needle in the red
The engine is screaming
And so is the bulge in your pants
I strip off my shirt
Unleashing you from your commando pants
And begin to give you head
Tightening your grip on the wheel
******* and deep *********
You are getting close
Hoping you don't close your eyes
spewing your seed
I feel you swerve
My Hand grasps your thigh
You ******
begin to *** again
******* you clean
Harley laughs
And Joker flips off
the cops
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