Under The Hood

Marcus is fucked. Car shat itself, phone dead, he’s stuck. So he rattles some rando door asking to borrow a line, ends up inside Claudia Valentine’s parlor with nothing better to do than kill time till the tow truck shows. She clocks the boredom straightaway, offers a quick rub-down. He takes it. First it’s just warm hands on his back, smooth, pressing deep, but her touch travels low fast. Towel hits the floor and now she’s got him face-down and bare while she wedges her tits around his cock, rolls her ass over his thighs, then flips him and wraps her lips around the whole deal, jerking him with a slick, sloppy rhythm. He came for a phone call. He’s staying for the full-service upgrade.