Saturday Morning Carwash

Do you want to wash the car and spend the day playing in suds
I'll grab the pail and a garden hose, you grab some sponges and something to make suds
I've been thinking of this all week, you in a cut off tee and booty shorts
Hair braided back into two ponytails with a cameltoe making an appearance before the courts

Why would a man need to shop away from the house with you dressed like this
Soaping up opposite sides of the car while blowing each other a kiss
It doesn't take long before we're washing on the same sides
While spraying and splashing water, I washed low, while you washed high

Ass cheeks and cameltoe all in my face, as I scrubbed the tires and rims
Running my hands up your legs looking for panties but you're not wearing them
Semi erect as I raised up from behind you, and started helping you wash that hood
Neighbors all up in their windows thinking dam they're washing that car good

Ass pressed all into me, as I kiss and whisper into your ear
Loud enough for you and me, but not loud enough for neighbors to hear
Me complimenting you on the visibility of your breast through your shirt
Standing with that cameltoe right in my face, that's how you fucking flirt

Constantly inviting each other into the house, let's run in for a quickie
Daring you to go in and use the bathroom, haha I'm really not that picky
sitting in my lap on the toilet, bent over the bath tub, or right there on the edge of the sink
I'm in the mood to lick on those booty shorts until I hit something pink

With both of us wet and horny, let's rinse the car and hurry in
With vapors rising from our bodies, we can't wait to get inside and begin
Just like kids drenched from the top of our head to our bare feet, but that's okay
This is more than fore play this isn't just the beginning to a long and wet Saturday