Garage workbench bend-over begs for daddy's cock

The garage lights buzzed overhead as I finished wiping down the tools, my pussy already throbbing from teasing him all day. I couldn't hold back anymore—after hours at Joe's Garage, I bent over the workbench, arching my back to present my dripping ass and needy hole, begging him to take me from behind. My choker felt tight around my neck, matching how my body clenched in anticipation, juices trickling down my thighs as his hand gripped my hair. He pressed against me, his cock sliding along my slick folds, making me whimper and push back harder. I owned this craving, my round cheeks spreading wide, pussy lips swollen and ready, the sound of my own gasps echoing off the walls. Every inch he claimed made me drip more, my body rocking needy for daddy's deep thrusts right there on the shop floor.