Shella cupped Belinda's breasts and squeezed, feeling her nipples hard against her palms.

"Nice bodywork," she purred. "You must have a good mechanic."

"Her name is gym," Belinda declared proudly. "That's spelled g ..."

"I can spell," Shella interrupted sharply. "So, what are you? A porn star?"

"What are you? A cop? You fixed my car and I want to pay you. I didn't realize you wanted my life story."

"I don't."

"Then stop talking and get to work on your customer service."

Shella didn't like the tone of the arrogant blonde bitch. But she did like those large, natural tits she was holding in her hands. Not to mention the upskirt view she had enjoyed earlier. And the fact that the bitch was now naked and at her mercy. Beth would never forgive her for passing on an opportunity like this.

She sucked and chewed Belinda's nipples and roughly squeezed her succulent globes, making the blonde shudder and moan in ecstasy.

Belinda spread her legs wider and leaned back on the hood of her car as Shella's mouth cruised downward, lips traveling sensually over her lower body, tongue swirling in the bud of her belly button, before progressing lower.

"That's it! Oh yes!" Belinda shrieked.

Shella's tongue was in her hot slit, working her clitoris like a gearstick. Her cream dribbled over the tongue of the dyke mechanic and down her chin. Shella gripped Belinda's thighs with both hands and feasted greedily on her hot slash, smearing her face with her juices.