Wanna Go For A Drive,Baby

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Riding in your truck sitting so close to you,
I start rubbing your thighs and sucking your
fingertips too,
Oh, babe you know me I am a bad girl all the way,
No time to be serious baby, I just wanna play,
I slide down your zipper its waiting there for me,
Hard in all its glory longing to be free,
I hear your moans as my mouth begins to move,
Slowly sliding up and down trying to take all of you,
As I swallow your hardness you tell me its getting
hard for you to drive,
So you find a place and we pull over to the side,
Out in the open where anyone could see,
I suck and I tease you its a thrill for you and me,
I can feel your fingers as they tangle in my hair,
Oh, God babe I would do you anywhere,
My mouth is sliding faster you begin to moan,
I can feel you throbbing getting ready to explode,
So I swallow deeper , I wanna please my man,
And when you begin to shoot I swallow as fast as I
can,
Because I do not want to waste one drop baby, you
taste so great,
And I know later you'll return the favor and for
that babe .I cannot wait,

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