Fine-Tuning

Lola Foxx swings by the garage, tells the mechanic her engine feels sluggish. Wants more zip, better mileage. Guy pops the hood, leans in, grease on his knuckles, like this is gonna be a quick job. Spoiler: it's not. Five minutes later she's got her shoes off, her pink polished toes wrapped around his dick like she's tuning something else entirely. Soles warm, grip tight. Mechanic drops the wrench, let's call it foreplay. Each stroke smooths his frown lines into a grin you could bottle. She pushes harder, arches her back against the fender. He cums fast, thick and warm across her insteps. She wiggles her toes, watches the stuff drip. "Engine runs better now?" she smirks. He wipes his hands on a rag, can't wipe the grin.