Melissa’s having a bad day – her damn car’s acting up, right? But this ain’t no damsel in distress story. She’s resourceful, sees an opportunity when it smacks her in the face. Enter Adam, the beefy mechanic, all bulging muscles and grease-stained hands. He pops the hood, starts fiddling with the engine, and Melissa’s eyes lock onto his biceps. Forget the car, she needs a different kind of servicing.
She wastes no time, starts purring about his ‘tool,’ how maybe he could take care of her, real good. Adam’s no fool; he sees the hunger in her eyes, the way she’s practically begging for it. The garage air thickens with lust, the scent of oil and gasoline mixing with raw desire. He pulls out his ‘tool,’ alright – a thick, throbbing monster that’s gonna leave her screaming.
Melissa drops to her knees, worshipping that cock like it’s the key to paradise. Adam lets her tease him for a minute, then grabs her by the hair, shoves that meat deep into her throat. She gags, but she loves it, the feeling of being dominated, owned. He pulls her up, slams her against the car, and fucks her hard, right there in the garage. No tenderness, just pure, animalistic need.
Each thrust is a brutal reminder of who’s in charge. Melissa’s moans echo off the metal walls, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Adam doesn’t stop until he’s emptied his balls deep inside her, coating her insides with his seed. She’s a mess, sweaty and breathless, but with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her car might still be broken, but she got exactly what she came for – a raw, unforgettable fuck in a dirty garage. This ain’t your grandma’s auto shop, that’s for damn sure. Check out the full scene, only on Onlylust.cyou!
