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Angela grunts as she falls back onto the hood of her Mercedes. Her pocketbook and phone fall to the ground, spilling the many bottles of makeup and kits of perfume all over the asphalt. Her hands are pinned up over her head, and she pants, staring up at the young urban man hovering over her, his body smelling of sweat and oil after working so long in the hot summer day in the auto shop.

The heat of the vehicle tingles at her bare skin. Her top pulled downwards to let her mature breasts flop out. Another man hikes up her skirt, revealing her racy underwear underneath. With a chuckle, he pulls it off to the side to show off her mature snatch off to his coworkers.

“Fuckin’ hell,” the man on top says, leaning in so his face is right up next to hers. “For all that shit you talked to us earlier, you sure seem ready for my big dick!”

Angela gulps and then closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she shoots him a defiant glare. “Go ahead and ravage me, you dumb brute. You think you’re so tough because you got your friends, well I can handle you. I can handle all of you. But you’re going to be in trouble when we’re done.”

He snickers and lets go of one hand so he can unbutton his jeans. “Tough talk. Good thing your tits are still good, though,” he says, letting go and grabbing at one of them. As he pushes his pants and boxers down, he squeezes her tit and wraps his lips around the nipple, letting out hungry growls as he suckles upon her. “Mmmngh…!”

She bites her lip, but shakes her head and looks over to the other one. “Y… you call this customer service?” she shouts. “I’ve seen better at fast food joints.”

“Damn, bitch!” The second man says, standing up. His own monstrous dick is already out and rock-hard. “You really don’t shut up, do you? Guess I’ll have to make ya!”

He grabs Angela by her curly blond hair and yanks her over, making her back squeak across the hood of her car. She gasps, but cannot finish the sound because she finds her mouth filled with so much cock! Her eyes widen as her lips stretch around the shaft, but soon enough, she closes them, her tongue flicking under his flesh.

The first man pulls his mouth away from her tit, licking his lips when he snickers up at her “Oooh, man, she really can suck a dick!” the first man says, as his pants drop to the asphalt, “but can she take one? You know what I think?” He asks, stroking along his thick, long shaft. “I think you’re all bitchy because you don’t got nothing to care for you at home. Let me give you a little gift, on the house!” He rubs the head of his cock up against her slit, shuddering and saying “Damn, man, she’s soaked!

“Hehe, the way she’s going at my cock, I think she wants you to cream her up!”

“Me or anyone else here, I’d bet!” he jokes back to his friend.

Angela shoots the first man a glare, but her eyes widen as he pushes in, spreading her lips apart, letting those puffy, glistening mounds wrap around him with as much desire as her facial lips wrap around the second man.

The sounds of grunts and the squishing of fluid-soaked sex fill the garage. Angela’s sweaty body rubs against the car and metal rocks and creaks to the speed and power of the movement. Her eyes roll back as the two men get into a groove of pumping two of her holes full of their cocks.

That’s when a third worker steps up. His chest is bare, save for the tattoos scrawled across it, some of them gang signs, others marks from a prison stay. He drops his trousers right there, exposing himself to the open air of the garage. He holds onto his thick, huge member as he steps up to the car, and slaps Angela across the face.

“Yo,” says the first man. “Our friend wants to be serviced, too!”

Angela reaches out, wrapping her fingers around the third man’s cock. The sweat is thick on his member, the musk strong and slathering onto her palm as she runs it up and down along his shaft. He grunts in approval as she works on him.

Another man comes up to the other side, standing next to the second man. His smaller cock is out, yet he doesn’t take off his clothes. Angela reaches into his fly, pushing his dick back in and rubbing her thumb over the head. He shudders, leaning over the car hood, stumbling a bit. “F… fuck!”

They continue this way, thrusting and pumping, sucking and fucking, for a good half an hour before the first man yanks his cock out from her snatch and aims his erupting jizz over her stomach. The second man doesn’t do her the service and instead shoots his load deep into her throat. She isn’t saved from the facial, however, as the third man’s guttural cry ends with a spray to her face, turning her into a sweat-and-cum filled mess.

The men all back up, leaving Angela to lay on her car hood. She pants, trying to catch her breath, but one of the men pulls out a phone and takes a picture. “There we go. If you need another tune-up, come to us. Maybe we’ll even give you a free knock up to go with it, how about that?”

She gulps, gasping, keeping her mouth open in disbelief. Slowly, she pushes herself up to her feet and adjusts her clothing to cover herself, but she’s stained with cum and sweat and humiliated. She kneels down and picks up her pocketbook and says, “C…. Cash… or credit…?”