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A garage is no place for such luscious curves, but this fat-girl loves the thrill of the public eye. She's in her element, the cool concrete beneath her bare feet, the scent of motor oil and her own arousal filling her nostrils. She's a vision, her body glistening with sweat, her hand working feverishly between her legs. She's close, her breath coming in short gasps, her body tensing. And then, with a final cry, she comes, her juices dripping onto the garage floor, her body convulsing with pleasure.