Pit stop babe

Sonya stands on the grid, right in front of the team’s black bike. The suit comes off in one slow peel and the blonde lets it drop. Big breasts bounce free, nipples already stiff. She leans back against the seat, knees apart, and her hand slips down. Two fingers press between slick folds, rubbing hard while she watches the lens. The brunette hair that peeks out at the roots is damp at her temples. Every stroke makes her hips jerk forward, the bike’s metal warming under her ass. She moans, low and steady, rubbing faster until her thighs quiver and her breath catches.