On a chest of silken peaks, where mountains rise and dip,
A racetrack drawn in passion's heat, a wild and thrilling trip.
Hot Wheels zoom on curves divine, where valleys beckon deep,
Euphoria in each twist and turn, a pleasure steeped in sleep.

Engines roar with fevered pace, rubber kisses skin,
Metal beasts on supple plains, where races soon begin.
Painted steel on satin lanes, they glide with fervent fire,
A symphony of speed and flesh, of ecstasy and desire.

Fingers trace the winding path, a lover’s gentle touch,
A route of thrills and endless chills, a journey felt so much.
Across the swells of velvet hills, the cars in rapture glide,
A dance of daring on her form, where fantasies collide.

The crescendo of a daring leap, from one peak to another,
A boundless rush of pure delight, a bond unlike no other.
Her breath quickens with the race, her pulse in sync with wheels,
A symphony of heartbeats’ race, where every touch reveals.

Chrome and skin in fevered blend, a sight so wild and rare,
A tale of passion and delight, of Hot Wheels in the air.
As dawn breaks on this fervent play, a final lap draws near,
A finish line of whispered sighs, of closeness sweet and dear.

On a chest where love and speed unite, a playground for the bold,
Where Hot Wheels fly on wings of lust, and tales of euphoria are told.
In freaky style, this ride remains, a memory etched in time,
A song of speed and silky dreams, a hot and heady rhyme.

HOTWHEELS ON HER BOOBIES

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