Retro Chick gets her mechanic to butt fuck her

Maggie’s been circling the shop for weeks, eyes on Otto’s dirty hands. Tonight she stops pretending. Grease under his nails, she drags him into the back bay and bends over the workbench, skirt already hiked. He spits once, works one thick finger past her rim, then two, stretching her open while she pushes back, greedy. She wants the ache. He gives it to her, knuckles sliding in, then the rest, fisting her until her hole gapes and stays open, pink and pulsing around nothing. She looks over her shoulder, voice low: “Don’t stop now.” He lines up, shoves his cock straight into that stretched ring and starts pounding—deep, nasty strokes that make her cheeks slap and her hole suck him back in every time. She reaches back, spreads herself wider so he can see the gape each time he pulls out, shiny with lube and spit. He drives harder, sweat mixing with oil on his forearms, until her legs shake and the only sound left is skin hitting skin and her raw, steady begging for more.