“Red Camaro”

Road trip to New Orleans
Or gettin married in Vegas
Sunsets down on the sand
Lettin loose and goin crazy
Somewhere, somebody tonight is falling in love
And 325 horses can’t get me to you fast enough

This time it was up to me to pick a time, a place and just what I would wear. The place would be anywhere those strong Southern arms were wrapped around me. The time would be now, lover now and the colour would be red, like my lips after we have passionately kissed for hours.
Your lips around a Coca-Cola
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
Some things never go out of style
Like you and me together
Staring at your legs on the leather of my
Red Camaro

So I dress myself in red from head to toe, with the smokey signature eyes you love so much. I put on a leather trench and you pull up in the car I asked you to rent. It takes me back to high school when I was all in pink, excited and ready for my first time. He pulled up to get me in his shiny red camaro and we were off to places our bodies never been. This time innocence is  experience but we still have places to kiss, nibble, lick and suck that we still haven’t gone.
Pulling off on the side of the dirt road
So many things that we know, but we don’t know
Discovering you by the glow of the dashboard light
Falling in love in the middle of nowhere
Maybe it’s wrong, but it looks like we don’t care
It feels right, yeah, it feels so right
Just like

My french tipped fingers stroke your firm strong thigh as I bite my lip and smile like it is our first time. I slip off my coat, your strong arms warming me like a July Texas night. You asked me where, and this is it. Pulled over on a dirt road like young lovers with no place else to go. You can afford the best, but you are the best and tonight loving you under the moonlight is the only place I want to be. I pull out my pale beautiful mounds, with my nipples so erect then slide your hot, hard manhood out of your jeans. I pull my silky red panties to the side and let you feast on my tingling nipples. No time for long, slow lovemaking when we are pulled off the road like teen lovers. You are oozing liquid desire onto the soft leather seat. I slowly slide down your cock, putting my fingers to your lips when you quietly begin to protest. Tonight we are going back in time to the what if you were my first. I am so eager to be filled by you and my hand pressed against your chest and hot young pussy squeezes you to tight to try and resist any more. With my tongue twirling in your mouth and my fingers digging into your chest you cum together like it was our first time.
Your lips around a Coca-Cola
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
And some things never go out of style
Like you and me together
Oh, birds of a feather