P*rnstation
Jace smirked, his fingers pumping faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet.
He grabbed a socket wrench, its handle smooth and thick, and teased it against my pussy. “You want this too?” he asked, his voice a growl, his fingers still working my ass. I nodded, panting, my body begging for more filth.
He pushed the wrench handle into my pussy, slow and deep, the cold metal stretching me wide. I screamed, the sensation overwhelming, my pussy and ass filled, my body shaking. The voices outside were closer, a shadow passing the garage window.