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: repair
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.