Duchess of Hazzard

She leans against the orange Charger, blonde hair catching the sun like honey dripping off the hood. "My General Lee is a 1969 Dodge Charger 426 Hemi," she says, fingers tracing the air cleaner, "with an Edelbrock torquer intake and a four-barrel Holley 780 double-pumper." She keeps talking specs while her free hand slides down her shorts, squeezing her ass through denim, slow and greedy. The engine might be impressive, but right now the show is the one she's putting on between her legs. She pops the button, pushes the zipper, slips two fingers under the cotton and starts working herself right there in the driveway. Legs spread, knees soft, her ass jiggles every time her hand moves faster. She glances back at the camera, lip caught between her teeth, breath hitching as she fucks her own fingers deeper. The metal is hot against her thigh, the sun hot on her back, and the only thing hotter is how wet she gets listening to herself moan.