Engines Pumping And Thumping In Time

The music can be heard from within the room a dull thumping of heavy base and a symbol tapping in the foreground.

"The green light flashes, the flags go up..."

Lyrics pound within the room just as the door bursts open giving way to a younger pair damn near falling into the room. The door barely on its hinges as the clothes begin to give way. The music loud now as they enter a dimly lit room. Boot cut dark wash jeans drag the floor as they hang low from his hips his thick arms holding her up, her legs wrapped around his hot, sweaty body as they move around the room leaving no spaces un-explored. A darker forest green pair of cargo shorts sit high on her thighs her luscious skin exposed to the dingy light as they fall to the floor. Her hair sprawled out over the tan carpet his arms no free to do as they wish.

"They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank. Fuels burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns, their prowess is potent and secretly stern..."

His hands pin her own above her head as one hand slides roughly down her arm to her shirt. A light purple tint covering her young body as he lifts the shirt to reveal a black bra pulling both to the threshold.

"Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course. He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he's going the distance..."

The lyrics only grow louder in her mind the bass diving deep into her body making her thighs pulse in tempo as her skin seems to erupt with Goosebumps in a crashing relation to the symbols in the noise. Her tits flush from under her bra and shirt although it never leaves her body merely pulled up enough to reveal the flesh he desires. His lips fall over her nipples sucking and biting and twisting them with pleasure. Her face contorts in painful bliss as he pulls away his shirt a button up already half undone is ripped away and his tie held fast in her hand becomes her downfall. The fabric slithers around her wrists almost tying itself binding her arms behind her back.

"He's driving and striving and hugging the turns..."

The pulsing beat moves up her thighs as he pulls her up to her knees pushing her back onto the couch and standing before her he pushes her onto her back grabbing her legs and pushing them above his waist to his shoulders. His pants seem to fall just enough as his dick falls from its place harder then ever as he awaits his perfect moment. He watches her face and then it presents itself.

"Crouched at the starting line engines pumping and thumping in time..."

He plunges in deep gripping her flesh tight as his hair hangs in his face barely shading his eyes as he grips hers in his hand. Holding her back as he dives deep.

"The arena is empty except for one man, still driving and striving as fast as he can..."

He continues as the symbols crash even harder into her skin the bass pounding her pussy hard as her clit seems to quiver with a pleasure she thought only possible in her dreams. She breaths harder and harder, not a screamer this one likes the beat of the music to much to cover it with her own screams. He throws into another turn pushing deeper into her body with his stiff piece. A small moan leaps from her lips but still not loud. He grins seeing the finish line coming into focus as he pounds and pushes harder.

"He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and ridding on his horse.

He's going the distance, he's going for speed.

HE'S GOING THE DISTANCE!"

Her quiver growing stronger he can feel it as it wraps itself around his dick pulsing as she reaches her own checkered flag. The Road becomes wet as she cums giving him more speed as he continues onward toward his goal.

"The sun has gone down the moon has come up, not long ago somebody left with the cup..."

He reaches for the flag, the trophy, but its pulled from him as he falls forward onto his hands and knees. She took it before he ever reached the line of view. He falls back letting her legs fall over him her shorts falling back after having been pressed up to her crotch. He snaked his way in without shedding a single article of her clothing and got her to the finish line. He stands running his hand through his hair pulling it back from his eyes and buckling his pants. The sweat beading over his stomach and his arms. He smirks as she lays there breathing hard and still lightly moaning as she comes down from the first place stand. He grabs his shirt leaving her the tie as he takes leave of the room leaving behind nothing but the scent of a race. A smell of speed and a fight for rank, one which he lost.

"As they speed through the finish, the flags go down

The fans get up and they get out of town."