Engine check

Florina’s car won’t start. She coasts into the garage, heels clicking on oil-stained concrete, blonde hair falling over one shoulder. The brunette in coveralls wipes her hands on a rag, eyes already fixed on the curve of Florina’s hips. She walks a slow circle around the hood, but the only thing that seems broken is the distance between them. Florina leans back against the workbench. The engineer drops the rag, steps in close, and slides a hand up her skirt without asking. Two fingers find wet heat and stay there. Florina’s breath catches; her thighs part wider. The woman’s tongue traces the shell of her ear, then moves lower, replacing fingers with her mouth. She licks with steady pressure, sucking on swollen flesh while Florina’s fingers tighten in dark hair. When the engineer stands again, their lips meet, teeth and tongue trading tastes. Florina turns, palms flat on the bench, and the woman presses behind her. She pushes two slick fingers deep, fucking her in short, hard thrusts until Florina’s knees shake. The blonde comes with a muffled cry, cunt gripping tight around those fingers. The brunette eases them out, licks them clean, and gives her ass one last squeeze before wiping her hands on the same rag.