I can still feel his strong, oil-stained hands gripping my waist as he thrusts deep, pushing blasts of hot grease against my skin. His masculinity is undeniable and I’m elated to find myself here with him – alone in the garage, giving in to our deepest carnal desires.
Browsing: Garage
Maddening sweat rolling down the torsos of muscled mechanics like rain cascading from the overheated sky. The strong smell of motor oil, lube and diesel merging with the musky, carnal aroma of two passionate males. Lustful bodies slipping and sliding as they moved together with urgent abandon. Hot and greasy sex in the garage was the sexual equivalent of an engine revving at full throttle.
His fingers gently caressed my chest, slowly sliding down, and getting lower. His face glowed with pure sexual hunger as his palms flexed around my body. The distinct smell of oil and mechanical grease filled the air as his mouth explored mine. We ripped off our clothes and used the hard metal of the car as a bed, as the engine sputtered and throbbed, heating up with our passion.
He pulled my hand towards the back of the garage and into a hidden room, just big enough for us to fit. His hands were soft and slick and greasy from the engine, but to me it was like he was rubbing oil all over my body. I felt the heat of his body on mine, the warmth was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.
Michael’s thick, hard rod filled my tight hole with searing pleasure. My body ached for more as I rode his length, intensifying the rapturous sensations that pulsed through my veins like lava. I whimpered his name as he thrust deeply, pushing us both closer to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.