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Monday’s Garage alter ego raging to arise...
In the quiet hum of morning’s steel, she steps into her kingdom of wheels, wrench in hand, grace concealed. The trucks stand tall, engines low, her touch, the spark they crave to glow, metal and heat in a yearning flow. Beneath her grit, desire resides, to tune their roars, to tame their drives, Monday’s pulse, where passion collides.. Bindings that bite I'm tied up inside I scream nothing comes out slyly creating devious ways to seduce you my creamy essence tortures your soul and a feeling arises your body my playground arouses the dark woman I can be “I’d like to take my time,” Ms. mechanic sighs, “to get to know you, see what lies inside.” This is the space…for my famished alter ego..where our carnal nature meets in the currency of lust.. Text me at Tele: @youridealgarage to sound ur vhrooom truck for servicing ❤️ Last edited by WAPRoseCave; 25-11-2024 at 07:54 PM. |
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Re: 💋Your ideal garage v2.0💋
Fresh from a mind-blowing servicing session by Master Mechanic Kitty, i feel compelled to write down this review for her.
From the get-go, i felt this would not be your ubiquitous run of the mill experience. Never had a lady request for a phone call before meet-up, so it felt like going thru an interview with your prospective employer. But that’s Kitty for you, she tells me she needs to feel the ‘over the phone’ chemistry before she decides to meet up. After the ‘interview’, I waited with trepidation on whether i would be selected for her highly acclaimed truck servicing. The venue was a classy 5 star hotel in the cbd. She mentioned that she was straight from work but that did not dampen the preparations and experience that awaited me. Like previously bros have already mentioned, the hotel room was tastefully decorated with candles and fairy lights while sensual music serenaded thru the air. I was previously afraid of being catfished but i was definitely satisfied (looks wise) by the vixen that laid before me. She showered me with food, drinks and a ‘gift pack’, which I thought was rather thoughtful and unexpected. We chit-chatted on the couch to break the ice. Before long, she stripped down to her lingerie bodysuit and i got a preview of her voluptuous and curvaceous body. She led me to the bathroom where i requested her to shower with me. We soaped each other up and got a feel of each other’s body. She left the bathroom soon after to prep for my truck servicing session… In the bedroom, we started with some passionate ‘french’ before she made a beeline for my dick. Kitty is a self confessed fellatio connoisseur, the way she ravaged my dick would put a dyson vacuum to shame. I had to stop her lest I blow my load and cut short our servicing session. I then proceeded to give her a brief cunnilingus before she begged me to bang her. We did a couple of positions, with doggy being the centerpiece of the night. Thinking of her butt rippling with every thrust is already giving me a hard-on. Before long, I couldn’t hold myself anymore and requested to cum in her mouth. Kitty sucked me off and expertly extracted every inch of my cum without complain. I then laid in bed, spent and satisfied. It was an unequaled experience. I would be hard-pressed to find a lady that can eclipse Kitty’s bespoke servicing session. I left the room a happy man, still yearning for our next rendezvous. For anyone still sitting on the fence, I’d urge to give Master Mechanic Kitty a try. |
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In my youth, I found myself enamored with the robust allure of trucks, their powerful forms igniting a passion as I toiled in the workshop. But as the responsibilities of my twenties took hold, I was swept into the relentless rhythm of life’s demands. So I created this alter ego.. Where I fulfil my kink of ‘perfect lover’.. Pleasing my trucks with sultry sensual curves.. listening to the melody I play secretly secreting my need of an escapade.. it is coming from deep within this intensity that sways then drums boom, boom. boom awakening my senses and thrumming my mood salatious desire shaking my core.. Feasting for life.. At this feast, food is meaningless. A different starvation exists. You are the feast. My rosecave and being a hungering beast. The architecture of your body, should stand in naked erect divinity. Supple and hard muscular skin. Where you end, I begin. When your truck is deep in my workshop, I am transported to a realm of endless ecstasy, a land of no return. ❤️ Stay in touch hunny; tele @youridealgarage |
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