Mommy Nikki Daniels Hungry For A Good Dick In Her Mouth

Nikki Daniels slams her car door and hears the keys jingle inside. Fucking great. Keys locked, zero ways in. She stands there with her back against the hood, running through her options and coming up empty, when this guy strolls past. Regular Joe, maybe a mechanic judging by the grease under his nails. He stops when he clocks her situation, offers to pop the lock. Ten seconds later the job’s done, her keys recovered, engine unlocked. She’s grateful, he’s already turning to leave. She catches his wrist. Tells him to come closer, lean against the car. The second his hips brush her stomach, she knows exactly how she wants to pay him back. Simple. Wet. Straightforward. She sinks to her knees in the sun-warmed parking lot, pops his jeans open, and wraps her fingers around him. He’s already stiff before her tongue touches skin. She guides him past her lips, sucks him slow at first—enjoys the way his breathing jumps, how his hand finds the back of her head and stays there. He mutters something grateful, hoarse, when she takes him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, working her jaw, pumping the part she can’t swallow. The whole thing’s noisy in the empty lot: the wet slap of her mouth, his curse, the steel of the car clicking under the sun. She glances up once, locks eyes while her lips stretch around him, then focuses again, quickening, steady, getting him right where she wants. He finishes hard on her tongue and she swallows without a pause, just a tiny grin at the corner of her lips as she wipes the corner of her mouth with a thumb. Gentleman gets rewarded, keys are free, everybody’s happy.