Ebony phone sex queen needs a good mechanic.

Ebony phone sex queen makes a deal for services.

I couldn’t believe the number on the estimate for this ebony phone sex queen’s truck repairs. My jaw dropped to the floor as Donovan, the tall, dark, and handsome mechanic, went over the extensive repair costs needed to make my truck run properly. His hands were covered in grease, but it only added to his rugged appeal. I had to think of something, because there was no way I was going to pay all that money today. “There must be something we can work out for such an expensive bill, right?” I asked, knowing full well the power of my seductive ebony phone sex skills needed to come into play.  Donovan looked at me like he had won the jackpot. “I think I just might have an idea,” he said, with a devious smirk playing on his lips.

“I am more than willing to do all the work to get your car going for a few… favors.” A naughty smile spread across my face. “I think we could definitely arrange that,” I said, my voice dripping with sexual innuendo.  We agreed that I would pick up my completed truck the following day. The next day, I arrived at the garage wearing a tight dress that hugged my body like a glove. Donovan’s eyes were glued to me. “Follow me,” he said in a husky voice. I followed him to a secluded corner of the garage where my car was parked. “How about we start with something a little… mutually satisfying,” he said, his gaze never leaving my body. I bit my lip as my heart was pounding with excitement. “I think that could be arranged,” I whispered.

The ebony phone sex queen is ready.

We both moved towards each other, our bodies colliding in a passionate kiss. Donovan’s hands roamed over my ebony body. The touch from his rough hands had me on fire. I loved the feel of his hard cock pressing against me, and I moaned in anticipation.  Dropping to my knees, my hands began working quickly to undo his pants and belt. His big dick sprang free, and it was hard and thick, and I couldn’t wait to stuff him into my mouth eagerly. Donovan groaned as I worked my magic.  After a few minutes with his cock in my throat, he pulled me to my feet. “My turn,” he growled, picking me up and placing me onto the hood of my newly fixed truck.  He was ready to feel what this ebony phone sex queen had to offer.

He lifted my dress, his fingers finding my ebony pussy completely wet.  I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me. He then added another finger. I moaned and began bucking my hips against his thick fingers. He slid down between my legs, his wet tongue replacing his fingers. I cried out as his tongue found my hard clit.  He was eating this ebony phone sex queen like a champ, and my body shuddered with pleasure. As he sucked and licked, his tongue was working magic. He was a good pussy eater, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled him up onto the truck, my hands fumbling with his pants. I needed him inside me, now.

He was ready too!

He couldn’t wait to fuck me.  My ebony pussy was so wet that his dick slid into me with ease. Arching my body towards him allowed me to take every inch of him. His thrusts were hard and deliberate. I could feel the orgasm building as my body tensed with pleasure. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I screamed out as my orgasm crashed over me. Donovan’s orgasm followed, his body shuddering as he came inside the ebony phone sex queen.   We lay on the top of the truck, our bodies slick with sweat. “I think that was a fair trade,” I said, my voice breathless. Donovan chuckled, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. “I think so too.” I smiled back at him. That dick was so good I couldn’t wait to see what other favors I could negotiate with this sexy mechanic.

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