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In the dimly lit garage, she straddles her motorcycle, her eyes locked on the throbbing engine between her legs. He approaches, his hands already unbuckling his belt. She leans in, her tongue tracing the curve of the engine, mimicking the motion of a mouth on a cock. He guides her head, his hips thrusting gently as she takes him in, her lips slick with their shared lubrication. The garage echoes with their moans, the scent of oil and sweat mingling in the air.