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Karma Rx, a curvy babe with a heart-shaped ass and a rack that won't quit, struts into the mechanic's garage, her eyes scanning the room until they land on the inked-up stud under the car. She's a vision in a tight tank top and short shorts, her blonde hair cascading down her back. She's got a mission, and it doesn't involve a tune-up. She leans over the counter, her cleavage on full display, and asks the mechanic if he can help her out. He looks up, his eyes widening at the sight of her. She takes that as a yes, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos. He's a goner, his cock twitching in his jeans. She notices, her hand moving to his crotch, her fingers rubbing the length of him through the denim. He groans, his hands gripping the counter as she unzips his fly and pulls out his cock. She licks her lips, her hand wrapping around his shaft as she strokes him, her thumb rubbing the pre-cum