Dirty Talks

Boots? Got ‘em. Make-up? Got it. Hair nice and done? Oh yeah. Lingerie? Yup. Coat? Yes. Will to drive my man crazy? Damn right. My poor Ashton has been working at his work at the garage so much lately, he deserves a treat. And why wait ‘til he gets home?
I pull in front of his work and honk. I know he’s along in the garage today. Nobody to bother us. The door opens and out comes my man. He’s trying to wipe his hands on a cloth, but they’re still greasy. When he finally looks who’s in the car and sees me, a smile creeps on his face. I turn off the engine and get out.
"Hey babe. What ya doing here?" he says cheerfully.
"Nothing much. But we need to talk inside," I tell him.
"Okay. There’s no one in anyway."
We walk back inside. I take a look around. He’s been working on a car. Don’t ask me what kind ‘cause I honestly don’t know. He leans back against the workbench. I close the blinds and walk over to him. I give him a wink. Which only confuses him. I stop a couple of steps in front of him. With innocence on my face I blow him an air kiss while unbuttoning my coat.
I let it drop to the floor. Ashton’s eyes would almost pop out of his skull. He swallows hard, making his adam’s apple go up and down. I move my body so he gets a good view of what’s his. His eyes go up and down my whole body. They keep hanging on the boots. I decide to step it up a nodge. I turn around and burlesque him by not showing him my bare chest when I take off my bra.
All of the sudden I hear footsteps and feel a pair of hands take me by the waist and pull me back. I’m pressed between the workbench and Ashton’s body. His large, greasy are all over me, groping and feeling up. His lips attack my neck. Biting and sucking on every inch.
"You have any idea hot fuckable you look in those boots?" he whispers in my ear.
"I don’t know. But I do know that you can do with me whatever you want," I reply.
I can only moan when he pushes his groin against mine. By the feels of it, I already got him excited. I fumble a bit when I take off his pants. Sliding down his boxer, his length springs free. I start pumping slowly, tracing my thumb around his head. His low breathing warms my neck. I feel him twitch in my hand.
But before he cums, he turns me around, pushes me flat on the bench and smacks my ass. And before I know it, my panties are gone and thrown somewhere in the garage. With his tip he teases my little nub. Fuck, he knows how to push my buttons. It gets me everytime.
"Scream for me, boot girl," he says.
Just when he pushes inside me, he smacks my ass again. Being as long as he is, it’s not long before he finds the spot that drives every woman crazy. While one hand is still gripping my ass, other one is in my hair, pulling back my head. Grunts are heard of the man behind me.
The speed is killing me. I can’t contain my moans and screams. When the pressure becomes too much for me, I let go, screaming out his name. Not that much later, I feel Ashton spill himself inside me. Panting heavily, he calms us both down.
"Why did you so this?" he asks.
"You’ve been working so hard lately, I wanted to surprise you," I say.
We get dressed again when Ashton starts to laugh.
"What’s so funny?"
"You got my greasy handprint on your ass."

I look at my ass and see what he means. Oh well, it will wash off.

Notes

I'm not stopping the requests I haven't done yet. I'm still gonna do them, it's just I need a break. Also if you guys would like me to read one of your stories, just comment.

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