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Fourwheeler Love

What else can we do on a fourwheeler
Summer it was,
when it was hot and steamy,
when my husband and I went on a four
The air was rushing in our ears,
It was spectacular

Fourwheeler love,
when you are wearing shorts and tanktops,
riding in the mud, getting dirty,
when we can be in the woods without no one there

Spectacular as it was,
my husband stopped the four wheeler,
stood me up taking me of the fourwheeler,
to look him in the eyes,
to feel his warm soft touch on my skin,
as out lips, moved softly against each others

Four wheeler love,
what else can we do besides ride a fourwheeler,
when the nature is surrounded by you,
and you want to be wrapped around each others bodies

As it got steamy,
our clothes were off,
he leaned me on the seat
of the fourwheeler,
he pentrates me to get a
easier access,
As I scream louder,
it was the most mind thrilling
he pushes deeper in me,
I moan for more

Four wheeler love,
the best summer day it was,
to cuddle behind someone you truly love,
to enjoy the fun together

As he comes,
I moan,
Exciting as it was,
I wanted more,
More of the excitement,
the thrill,
the adrenline pumping through me,
like a corvette racing

Four wheeler love,
what a day it was,
to make love in the woods,
to have one special day,
to have the excitement of making love

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