Big help

I’ve got laundry to do, but the pipes are a mess, so I call the mechanic. He shows up with dark hair and oil on his hands. He looks at the plumbing first, then at me. My tank top clings, nothing underneath, and the second his eyes drop lower, my cunt aches like it knows what’s next. He steps close, says nothing, just turns me and bends me over the washing machine. His belt clicks open. Then his cock is out, heavy, thick, already hard. I reach back and wrap my fingers around it, guide the head straight to my soaked slit. He pushes in one slow stroke, filling me deep. I moan loud against the metal lid. His thrusts slap my ass, steady and hard. I push back to meet every stroke, greedy for more. When he pulls out, I drop to my knees, blond hair falling forward, lips open. I suck him, tasting myself, tongue flat, taking him as far as I can. Spit drips down my chin, runs over his balls. He groans, fingers tight in my hair, hips rolling in shallow fucks. He lifts me up again, spins me, fucks me standing. My legs shake. Every time he bottoms out I feel that thick head press right where I need it. I come first, cunt pulsing tight around him, then again when he rubs my clit with his thumb. He pulls free at the last second, strokes once, twice, and paints my open mouth and cheeks with thick ropes. Warm cum streaks across my tongue, my lips, drips off my jaw. I lick the last drops from the tip, eyes on his, swallowing what I can.