What's Under Her Hood

Owning your own shop sounds like freedom until you have to split every call with your partner. Octavia Red and Tommy King know that heat firsthand. They keep the lights on together. Oil stains never seem to come out of their coveralls, and the arguments? They end the way the always do. They wait until the sign goes dark. Garage door ticks closed. That's when things flip. Sweaty skin, greasy fingers. One of them kicks the creeper aside, the other grabs for a mouth. Clothes stay half on, boots still laced. Tongue meets tongue, then it's all clit and spit. Pussy slides on pussy in sharp, loud strokes. Hips grind till the oil rag starts sliding down the trunk. Tommy straps the dildo low and bends Octavia over the raised hood. The metal pops when Octavia's bare tits hit it. Eight raw inches sink straight in. Each pull drags slick noise. When Octavia's fluids coat the shaft she lifts her head, tongue out, ready for another turn. She sucks it clean, then slams it back in before Tommy's even caught her breath. Hood light flickers, belts clink. They flip like tired fighters. Soon it's Tommy on her back, knees up by the windshield. The harness rocks again. Her moan ricochets off cinderblock. Octavia rides her rhythm steady until Tommy cums hard enough to rattle the car on its struts. They don't bother wiping down. They just leave the engine hood slick and walk out.