Car Troubles

Jackie's sleek ride sputters out on the side of the road, hood up, and she's fuming. Tow truck's a solid hour out—figures. That's when I spot her, this knockout with curves that could stop traffic, bent over the engine like she's wrestling a greased pig. Can't resist striding over, toolbox in hand, flashing my best grin. 'Need a hand, gorgeous?' A few minutes of popping the hood wider, tweaking a loose wire, and jiggling that stubborn starter—bam, the beast roars back to life. Jackie's eyes light up like she just won the lottery, gushing thanks that make my ego swell. She slips me her card, all sultry smile: 'Drop by later, handsome. I'll make it worth your while.' Few hours tick by, and I'm at her door, card in pocket, pulse kicking up. She pulls me in, whispering about her 'full service Nuru package'—slippery fun with that gel sliding over every inch. Clothes hit the floor fast. She's got me on the table, her naked body gliding against mine, hands everywhere, teasing my hardening cock with slow, slick strokes. That warm gel turns us into a writhing mess, her breasts pressing firm as she mounts me, grinding down until I'm buried deep. She rides with a naughty rhythm, moaning low, flipping us so I can thrust back, pounding that tight heat until we both explode in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Damn, best breakdown ever.