I Fucked My Mechanic like crazy motherfucker

Sweat dripped down my spine as I leaned over the hood of my car, the desert sun beating down on my ass, clad in nothing but a skimpy pink dress. The mechanic, a burly man with grease under his fingernails, circled me like a vulture, his eyes locked onto my curves. He didn’t waste time with small talk. His rough hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “Fuck, you’re hotter than this engine,” he growled, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my ass, straining against his overalls. He yanked my dress up, exposing my bare pussy, and spat on his hand, rubbing it onto his shaft before slamming into me. The force of his thrusts made my tits bounce wildly, my moans echoing through the valley. He pounded me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit, driving me wild. I reached back, grabbing his thigh for leverage, feeling the sweat and grime from his work. He grunted, his pace quickening, and I knew he was close. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, filling me with his hot cum, his body shuddering against mine.

I turned to face him, my dress still hitched up, my pussy glistening with our juices. He looked at me, his chest heaving, a wicked grin on his face. “Fuck, that was intense,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. I smirked, running a finger down his chest. “Intense? That was just the warm-up,” I purred, dropping to my knees. I unzipped his overalls, pulling out his semi-hard cock, already coated in our combined fluids. I licked it clean, tasting the saltiness of his cum mixed with the metallic taste of his pre-cum. He groaned, his cock hardening in my mouth. I took him deep, my head bobbing, my hand stroking his shaft in sync with my mouth. He grabbed my hair, fucking my face with wild abandon, his hips jerking erratically. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t stop. I wanted every filthy inch of him. He roared, his cock pulsing as he shot his load down my throat, his body convulsing with pleasure. I swallowed every drop, looking up at him with a smug smile, ready for more.