My hands were slick with oil as I worked with tools that sparked not just from their metal but from how badly I wanted him. His smooth skin glowed in the moonlight and I could smell the sweat and gasoline on him as he pressed his throbbing heat against me – a hidden engine of pleasure. With soft touch and low rumbling humming of lust, we laid down on the ground and that’s when I felt an engine roar and flames leapt between us.