SIMONA A – SMUT – by ALBERT VARIN (80) TLE

We have to say it – Simona A’s garage is a mess. “Yeah,” admits the hot blonde Russian, smiling. “Mostly old stuff the last owner left behind, but whenever I go in there to try to clean up, I get distracted. I smell the grease, the rust, the grime – and my imagination runs wild. Last week, I found a card with a phone number on it, which sparked a fantasy that I called it, and got a reply-message on my phone. It said if I ‘wanted it’ to be in the garage at midnight, bending over the counter dressed in clean white panties. I was creaming them by the time I heard footsteps behind me, then I felt rough hands on my body, caressing me from behind, squeezing my tits real hard. Male hands – I only saw them when he yanked my underwear down and off, then held it over my nose for me to inhale the scent as his cock plowed me. The white cotton was streaked with dirt and oil, but he kept them as a souvenir when he left. He just walked out with them after we’d both cum, leaving me naked where I was with juices running down my thighs.” Just a fantasy, huh? “Yes – unfortunately,” she sighs, picking through the trash in search of her next erotic treasure…