My hands moved methodically over the sweaty body of the young mechanic as he lay on the cold cement floor beneath me. His tight skin quivered with each precise and sensual touch – my fingertips following the curves and ridges beneath his shirt. I felt his chest expand and contract beneath my touch and I smiled as he gasped beneath me. I could feel the satisfaction between us, turning the cogs and greasing the gears.
Browsing: mechanic
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.
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.
I slip my hands beneath the leather of his jeans and feel the hard swell of his flesh beneath my touch. His breathe is a sultry sigh against my neck as he pulls me closer. Gust of motor oil filling the air around us as I push my body hard against his. Greasepaint Lust hits its peak as we find Heaven between his sheets.