What's Under Her Hood

Running a shop with another woman breeds friction. Octavia Red and Tommy King settle theirs after closing with their bodies. Grease smudges darken their forearms, and sweat already soaks their thin shirts when they fall against the nearest car. Octavia’s mouth finds Tommy first, lips parting plump labia to draw firm, wet pulls on the swollen clit. Tommy returns the favor, tongue driving deep until both cunts glisten under the shop lights. Tommy steps into the harness, the silicone shaft jutting thick and black between her thighs. She braces Octavia over the hood, pushes in hard, and works deep, leaving a slick trail each time she withdraws. Octavia twists, mouths the length that just fucked her, tasting her own tang on the warm rubber. They trade places. Octavia grips the leather straps and drives the same cock into Tommy’s smaller opening, each thrust forcing short, ragged sounds from Tommy’s throat. Under the car the cement is cool; above them heat rises from the hood in waves. When they finally lock hips and come, the only noise left is the slow drip of lubricant hitting the floor.