Burning Angel
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May 5, 2010
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Hot Rod, Hot Bod
Alec and Shay were prepping for the car show, but Shay's bubbly excitement was killing the vibe—she couldn't stop grinning and bouncing when she needed to look like pure, fuck-me-but-don't-touch-me trouble. Alec told her flat-out: hot and bored, that was the only way to sell it. The hot part she had down cold, all smoky eyes and glossy lips, but the bored part took work—hours of her practicing that blank, icy stare while he watched, cock thickening every time she nailed the disinterested pout. When she finally got it right, he bent her over the hood and gave her the reward she'd earned: a hard, greasy fuck that left her thighs slick and shaking. Nothing makes a greaser throb harder than a scorching, bored rockabilly chick who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else.
