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Drive-In

I asked you to go out with me
You said that you would go
Now you sit here beside me
At the drive-in picture show

My arm's around your shoulder
Your perfume is in the air
What's up there on the silver screen
I don't even really care

I draw you closer to me
You turn your head, we have kiss
I feel myself get firmer
Had hoped that it would be like this

As we kiss your lips are opening
And I slip my tongue inside
Our tongue tips now are touching
And my hand begins to slide

Down lower off your shoulder
To feel your slightly heaving breast
You are not asking me to stop
This is the first part of the test

As we continue kissing
Our hands continue to explore
My left hand is on your hip
Your right hand's about to score

You are cupping where I'm bulging
Feeling the hardness of my wood
My hand is in your panties
And your pussy's feeling good

You are moaning and I'm groaning
As we continue with the dance
You have unzipped my zipper
Taken my cock out of my pants

My finger's feeling your vagina
That's getting wetter with my touch
Your hand is stroking up and down
We're enjoying this so much

Your constricting bra's unfastened
And my lips move to your nips
Where I suck and nibble on them
From areola to the tips

You lean to lick the pre-cum
From my seeping penis top
Then wrap your lips around it
I hope you're not about to stop

You consume my throbbing member
Until your chin is on my balls
I have found your swollen “G” spot
Within your flowing pussy walls

You are spraying your orgasm
I'll have to dry the sodden seat
I only know I want to fuck you
Have your pussy 'round my meat

The windows have all fogged up
From the heat of sex inside
I'm moving over to the middle
So you can climb on for the ride

You slip out of your panties
I drop my jeans down to the deck
You climb aboard, impale yourself
I put a hickey on your neck

Your pussy's squeezing, teasing
My balls are wet with honey dew
When I asked you to the drive-in show
Had hoped that I'd be fucking you

You're on top and in control
So my hope is not to be
That's quite alright, it is quite pleasing
That instead you're fucking me
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Do you remember the drive-in movies? Those were the days
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