Janice

"Oooooh yesssss!" Janice hisses in pleasure and triumph as she sits on the ten inch cock of Mitchel Lyons.

"Good God you're so tight, Janice," Mitchels moans. His pants had been pulled to his ankles.

"It's not me, baby," Janice coos. She slowly worked her way down, teasing herself as she took more and more of his girth into her willing sex. "You've just got a magnificent beast between your legs." She moans louder as she manages to take all of him in, feeling his balls against her bottom. "Mmm..I think you should be my new seat. Yep. I'll just move you into my study and sit on this beauty all day." Her words sounded steady, but with an undeniable huskiness to them.

Mitchel laughs, bringing his hands up to caress her breasts. "What would your husband say to that?"

"Don't bother me with logic while I'm full," she playfully chides. She slips her shirt off so he can grab at her bare breasts. She moans happily at the feeling. She wants to just ride the shit out of him, but she knew from experience she had to get used to his cock filling her first. "So what's wrong with the old jalopy?"

Mitchel chuckles at that. "You've been hanging around me too long to pick up on language like that." He fully gropes her breasts, squeezing and caressing how he knows she likes. "It's going to need new parts. Not much else I can do with it on its own."

"I see," she starts to slowly swivel her hips, testing her readiness. So far so good, she starts to bounce a little. She grins through a moan. It wouldn't be long now. "You know what to get?"

"I do," a hand goes down her back, along her spine, to rest on her ass, her movements causing it to rub along his hand.

"Good, good." She runs her hands along his chest, gives him a feral grin, then starts riding. "Oh fucking God!"

Mitchel growls in pleasure, squeezing Janice's breast and ass as he lets the vixen have her way with him. The very fleeting thought of being glad the garage was soundproof barely registered.