He felt greasy like a slick engine as I touched his broad shoulders, my every caress similar to me tinkering away, turning a bolt. And then he revs and I’m buckled in, feeling the heat and wetness of his deep purr as he shifts gears, pushing me further down the highway of satisfaction.
Browsing: greasy
He pushed me into the back corner of the garage, pushing my body against the wall. His lips kissed their way up my neck, tasting my skin and sucking my ear lobe. His hands traveled south, undoing my jeans and pushing them to my knees, the hot press of his hardness against me sending sparks of pleasure.
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.
We drive slowly down a deserted street, the engine purring, our breathing heavy. His hand slides up my thigh and my heart races. He’s so strong, so confident. We stop and he looks into my eyes, then kisses me. Greasy hands everywhere, exploring, probing. His manhood pressing against me. I gasp and moan as we become one. Hot and greasy. Our bodies melded together as our souls entwine.
He pulled me in, and as his lips crashed against mine, I felt a fire ignite in my veins. His hands roved over my skin, and I wanted to drown in his embrace. I gasped as heat pooled in my belly, and I could feel his hard frame pressing against mine. He licked and teased and I ached for him as my heart pounded faster and faster. He was my grease-monkey god and I wanted nothing more than to indulge in his lustful embrace.