The Mechanic & The Rich Girl II

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I came back the next night like he told me to. short dress but black this time. Thinner straps with no bra again. Panties? Forgot them on purpose. My heart was hammering the whole drive over. The garage looked even darker tonight. Only one light on in the bay where my car sat with the hood still up. He was waiting. Leaning against my Mercedes arms crossed grease still on his knuckles. Same gray t-shirt stretched tight over his chest same jeans hanging low. He didn’t smile when I walked in just looked me up and down slow like he already owned me. “Door’s locked,” he said. “No one coming in tonight.” I swallowed. “You said you’d work on the car faster if I... satisfied you.” He pushed off the car walked straight to me grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. His c**k was already h

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