The Flightline

We played in the truck
Waiting on jets to land
He wanted to fuck
But my mouth found his gland

My pussy he rubbed
And wanted to plow
With our crew nearby
I said no, not now

The Strike Eagles were soaring
And so was his missile
That dick was so scoring
As those combat boots wriggle

You push my head down
Your dick starts to drown
I better suck this dick off
Before these jets hit the ground

The radio call sent out
The sorties were in sight
Soon enough they won't be in flight
I have to turn this dick out right

Now I'm under the gun
Hurry up and just cum!
My cheeks are on fire
Can I take him higher?

His thighs start to shake
How much more can he take
I want that explosion
Like a bomb with propulsion

The crew starts to walk
My mouth on his stalk
They think he's alone
No girl on his bone

My tonsils were invaded
Like villages we raided
His orgasm so fierce
My throat he did pierce

Staff Seargent opens the driver side
His nut burst just in time
So lets de-arm these jets slim
Another day at the office for them

Nothing more sexy than camo
Unless you add bombs and ammo
Talk about making me frisky
That shit is just downright risky

They don't call me the bomb bitch for nothin'
We spent the day in the cockpit fuckin'
We loaded them jets
I have no regrets

I miss my "3 Man"
That missile he could jam
So hard on this jet
So fast and direct

My afterburners still glow
He was a motherfuckin' pro
His "2 Man" turned nympho
Cuz his dick was mandango