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MECHANICS FULL SERVICE 1

作者: D.L.P
last update 公開日: 2026-05-22 02:27:09

💦Under the Hood 💦

“God, please tell me you can fix it today.”

I stood in the garage bay of the auto shop, arms crossed under my breasts, wearing a tight white tank top and tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass. My car was smoking earlier, and I was desperate.

The mechanic who walked out from under a lifted truck wiped his hands on a rag and looked me up and down slowly.

Damn.

He was tall, muscular, covered in grease and tattoos, with strong forearms and a dirty white
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