Perfect Engineering - part 1.

Sadie and Rylinn know good machinery when they see it. They circle the car, fingers trailing chrome and paint, eyes bright with that particular hunger for flawless design. Derrick watches from behind the hood. He’s less interested in horsepower and more interested in the smooth curves built right into the two women now bent over his work. Brunette hair spills forward as Sadie leans in. Rylinn’s dark skin catches the light like lacquered obsidian. The air thickens. One of them laughs low, the sound curling around Derrick until his pulse answers. He wipes grease from his fingers, steps closer, and the three of them forget about the engine altogether. Mouths find skin. Hands slide under thin fabric. Sadie drops to her knees first, lips parting around him while Rylinn watches, then joins, tongues meeting in wet, unhurried rhythm. Derrick’s head tips back. The garage is suddenly smaller, hotter, filled with the soft sounds of appreciation turned carnal. Two perfect bodies, one willing man, every piston firing exactly right.