The hustle and bustle of the garage was a familiar sound to Rina, a comforting symphony of revving engines and clanging tools. She walked in, the fabric of her salwar kameez swishing around her ankles, her car in tow for its MOT appointment.
"Good afternoon, madam," said the man at the counter, his eyes flicking up and down her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "You must be Rina. Your car is right this way."
She followed him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor, her heart sinking as she saw the mechanics approach. They were all of Pakistani descent, their dark eyes undressing her as they got closer. Rina was no stranger to this kind of attention, but it never failed to make her blood boil.
"Eyes up here, boys," she said, her voice sharp and witty. "I'm here for my car, not for a peep show."
The mechanics chuckled, but their gazes didn't waver. They continued to ogle her, their comments about her curves and the way the fabric of her kameez clung to her body making her cheeks flush.
"You're looking good today, Rina," said one of the mechanics, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"And you're looking at me too much, Ali," she shot back, her wit on full display.
The mechanics bantered back and forth with Rina, their flirtatious comments and playful insults filling the garage. As they inspected her car, Rina couldn't help but notice the way their hands lingered on certain parts, their touches lingering longer than necessary.
She felt a thrill run through her, knowing that they wanted her just as much as she wanted them. One of the mechanics, a tall and handsome man with piercing eyes, leaned in close to Rina, whispering dirty comments in her ear.
"I can't help but notice how wet you are, Rina," he said, his voice low and husky.
Rina's breath hitched as she felt his hand brush against her thigh, his touch setting her skin on fire. Before she knew it, the mechanic had slipped his finger inside her pussy, his touch rough and demanding.
Rina moaned, her body betraying her as she ground against his hand. The other mechanics gathered around, watching as Rina was fucked hard and dirty, her moans filling the garage.
The mechanic smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he removed his finger, replacing it with his cock. Rina gasped as he thrust deep inside her, her body tight and wet around him.
"Fuck, you feel good, Rina," he groaned, his hips pistoning against hers.
Rina moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the car as she took every inch of him. She was in control, her body moving in time with his, her moans growing louder and louder.
The mechanics watched, their cocks hard in their pants as they stroked themselves. Rina's eyes met theirs, her gaze challenging and bold. She was a woman in charge, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
The garage was filled with the sounds of sex and moans, the scent of desire and lust. Rina came hard, her body shaking as the mechanic filled her with his cum.
"Fuck, Rina," he groaned, his hips still moving against hers.
Rina smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll see you next time, Ali," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The mechanics chuckled, their cocks still hard in their pants. Rina walked out of the garage, her head held high, her body still humming with pleasure. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
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