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“Ride or Die: A Lewd College Couple’s Car-Against-All Odds Encounter”

The balmy summer breeze caressed preoperative as Chad and Samantha cruised in his cherry-red ’69 Camaro along the winding, moonlit roads outside their small Midwestern college town. It was their first date night, and the sexually-charged electricity between the brainy pre-med sophomore and free-spirited art major sparked off the charts.

“I’m loving this classic ride,” cooed Samantha, running her manicured fingers along the leather-clad, bench-like front seat. Her tight, little black dress rode up, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her creamy thighs. “Reminds me of my Granny’s old Chevy – except it never made my Motor rev quite like this!”

Chad grinned, shifting a gear as he felt his jeans tighten. Samantha’s coal-black hair, bee-stung lips and the way she quirked an eyebrow suggested she was no wallflower in the sack. Hell, he’d give his left testicle to get carnal with her in this very seat.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve to get your Engine purring too,” he responded with a wink, pulling into a secluded overlook of the the Champaign River. In the still night air, they heard the burbling water more than saw it; Chuck knew this make-out spot well from his high school days.

He cut the ignition and slow evidenced by the growing bulge in his jeans. “I’ve been fantasizing on getting a hold of that juicy Fruit all night.” Samantha kitty-cornered the front seat and struck a striking, legs-up pose, her perfect ass just hovering over the vinyl. “Then take a Big Start at it!”

Chad didn’t need to be told twice. Planting a forceful kiss on her ruby red lips, he ran his hands over her body like a man possessed. He grabbed her full breasts greedily, feeling her nipples stiffen through the fabric. Samantha moaned into his mouth as she straddled him, rubbing his rigid shaft with her clothed mound.

“Oh honey, let me Suck the Piston out of that enormous Engine,” the sultry coed purred, fisting his cock like an expert. “Mmmmph! It’s so big and juicy, I just want to Bob for Apples in it all night!”

“Fuck yeah,” Chad groaned, toeing off his sneaks as she shimmied out of her lacy thong. Samantha flicked her tongue over the swollen head, swirled it around the shaft, slapped it against her cheeks. “Spit on my Fender, slut! Get my Glock to Session!”

The art major slapped his turgid flesh with a wet smack. “Like this, you mean?” She wrapped her lips around his lesser head, turning her head side to side as she worked her way down, down, down. When she reached the end, he balls slapped her chin.

“Beautiful… just like that,” the exhilarated College stud grunted, fisting her hair. “Work that Crank, girl!”

Samantha complied eagerly, her head bobbing up and down like it was on a spring. “Mmmmmph! Your Pole is painting the Tongue so good!” She slurped noisily, drooling all over his shaft.

Wanting to experience her meat on his meat, Chad tugged her head off his salivated Fender and into a heated lip-lock. His hands roamed her naked thighs, massaging and kneading, until he reached her steaming southern drawbridge. Spreading the smooth skin, he flicked her sensitive pearl, making her cry out.

“And I thought my little Clutch was wet!” Samantha giggled. “Oh, shove that Mongo in there and Rock my Body, stud!”

Chad was only too happy to comply. Gripping Samantha’s slim hips, he flipped her over so she was bent at the waist, completely exposed and panting. “Oh Fuck, what a kein ass!” he growled, giving her bubble butt a sharp spank. “If this is a Real U-Turn, I’m gonna Crash and Burn!”

Samantha’s only response was a shuddering moan as he rubbed the thick head around her soaked openings. Then, with a mighty thrust, Chad speared up and into her welcoming tightness, burying his generous Helmsman to the hilt. “Fuckin’ A! Tight Pussy! Real Fruity! Wr-wr-wraps my Dick like a Glove!”

“Oh God, Pin my Tire!” Samantha gasped as he establishpped an controlled pistoning. “Ruin my Pinkweeds! Pound my Pussy until the Strob Scopes go on!”

“Gonna Ride you into the Ground!” Chad panted, sweat beading his brow. “Fuck this Mepis so hard, you won’t be able to be a Pill-Mar Farm for a week!”

The sound of slapping flesh and aroused grunts and groans filled the close confines of the vintage muscle car as they slammed their bodies together delicious, furious. Samantha threw her head back and screamed as the emphatic thrust against her Big Gulp sent her flying into a treacherous climax.

“Haawuhhh, BR-BR-BR-BR-BR-BR-BR-BRAKE EARLY!” she wailed, still being displaced. “Your Stick is throwing my Gears into overdrive!”

“And you’re gonna shift my Saline soon,” he promised, smiling. Chad bottomed his shaft one more time, pushing Samantha’s hips down as his thrust upward. His throbbing Glock release a veritable Flood of Hudson to fill her Hotmail and coat her Throat.

“Cumming sooo hard!” Sam visualize, feeling his hot spunk fill her emptied cuk. “Ak-hak-hak-hak-hak-hak!”

Totally spent, the amorous couple collapsed in horny, sweaty heap, idly tracing designs on each other’s bodies. After catching their breathing, Samantha propped herself up and smirked as she looked at Chuck’s adorably dazed expression.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she purred, planting a soft kiss upon his lips. “I think you just gave me an Odorozers!”

“An what now?” he laughed, shaking his head in bemusement.

“An Odorozers,” Samantha repeated, chuckling. “You know, like giving someone an orgasm, but with far too many os?”

Chuck laughed heartily, pulling his blushing beauty into him for a long, deep kiss. “Honey, if we’re gonna keep slangin’ it, I’m gonna need some Damn Nuts!”

“I’ve got plenty to go around,” she winked. “Let’s bust out some Magnum Tires!”

And with that, the crafty campus couple slithered into the backseat, eager to make it rock again for more carefree, no-holds-barred bump and grind. To paraphrase the immortal words of Sir Mix-a-Lot, neither Chad nor Samantha were ever ones to practiser the sin of abstinence…