Forget the car, repair my pussy instead!

Aletta Ocean's car gave out right when she needed it most. She rolled into the garage already annoyed, but the sight of the tall black mechanic wiped every other thought clean. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his coveralls and her plans changed on the spot. She stepped closer, palms sliding down his chest, and dropped to her knees on the concrete. She freed his thick cock, heavy and dark in her hand, and took it straight between her lips. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, she sucked like she had minutes instead of hours. Spit ran down her chin and over her full tits, nipples already tight against thin fabric. He gripped her hair, pushing deeper, but Aletta wanted more. She stood, turned, and bent over the workbench. He yanked her panties aside, lined up, and drove in hard. One thrust after another rocked her forward, each stroke stretching her soaked pussy around that thick shaft. Her cries echoed off the metal walls while he pounded without mercy. When her climax hit, her walls clamped tight and milked him until he pulled out and painted her face with thick ropes across her flushed cheeks and parted lips.