Red Car Passion

Blonde girl in a greasy garage, bent over a shiny hot rod with her lips wrapped tight around my dick. She works my shifter like she owns it, tongue swirling while she stares up with that cocky little grin. I lean back on the hood, breathing her in, and she just keeps sucking deeper, spit dripping down her chin onto the concrete. Her tits brush against my thighs every time she bobs. She pulls off for a second, strings of spit connecting her mouth to my head, laughs under her breath, then dives right back in like she needs it more than I do. The car’s hot under my hands. Her mouth’s even hotter. She doesn’t stop until I’m pulsing and shooting straight down her throat, then she drags her tongue up the shaft, licking every drop like it’s the last thing she’ll taste tonight.