Wrecked

An empty shop gives Joey Blaze all the room he needs. He drops to his knees and takes Feral Fuxxx’s thick uncut cock to the back of his throat, working every inch until the mechanic’s breathing turns ragged. Then Joey bends Feral over the open hood and buries his tongue between the mechanic’s spread cheeks, tasting salt and sweat while fingers curl into hairy skin. One finger, two, three—until Joey’s forearm disappears past the wrist, pumping in steady strokes that make Feral grunt and push back. The jockstrap frame keeps the mechanic’s hole framed and open while the younger guy punches deeper, knuckles sliding in and out with wet, filthy sounds. Feral stays bent, gripping the fender, taking it all. When Joey pulls free, the fuck starts. Raw, fast, the car rocking under them as Joey slams home again and again. Sweat drips off his chest, drops landing on Feral’s back. Joey drives in harder, chasing that edge, until his balls draw tight and he pumps load after load into the hungry hole beneath him.