Working Class in Bogota

You're in Bogota on a work trip, stuck waiting on an oil change. One glance at Veronica Leal the mechanic and you know she's got that kind of body and that takes your mind right off the engine bay. She spots your FuckPassVR passport, flips that calm shop vibe, and suddenly it's you who's about to pop the hood. She yanks her coveralls down, tits bouncing, nipples stiff, and climbs up onto the rolling tray like it's a motel bed. Oil-streaked fingers wrap around your cock, squeeze once to check pressure, then shove the whole length between her lips, throat working loud and sloppy. She sucks greedy, drool spilling down your balls while you grab a fistful of her thick black hair. Veronica spins around, peels her panties past thick cheeks, and backs that dripping pussy onto your shaft until her ass claps against your hips. Every thrust makes the hydraulic lift creak; every smack leaves another greasy print on her skin. You drop her on the cold steel workbench, legs spread wide, palms flat, her clit red and swollen under your thumb. She trembles, walls pulsing around you, begging to feel your hot load flood her cunt. You unload, pulse after pulse, cum leaking down her thigh and onto the shop floor. Veronica keeps stroking, coaxing the last few drops, face flushed, eyes locked on you like she still wants more.