There's something about a girl and a car, I thought, as I watched Cindy circling the garage. "I love it." She beamed. "I'm glad to hear that." I answered. "I guess it's pretty powerful?" She asked as she looked at the engine. "It has all the power you need." I smiled. Cindy paused to think for a while. "How long does it take to get started?" Her fingers playfully tugged at her t-shirt. "You just have to turn the key... And you'll be surprised how much power you have at your fingertips..." The t-shirt rose to expose Cindy's perfectly shaped breasts. Then slowly she turned to lean across the engine, looking absently down at it, and my eyes followed her long legs up to her ass. "You slip it into... gear... then..." She turned to smile at me. "Push it hard?" I gulped, then answered slowly. "I'd open it up, then go flat out, see just what I had..." Cindy lifted the t-shirt over her head, then started to ease the cut-off jeans down over her thighs and down her long legs. "You get the most out of your ride," she breathed, "I like that. With you in control a girl just has to hold on. I wouldn't want that ride to end..." Then Cindy opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat. "The more I think of it," she smiled, "the more I really need the thrill of that ride. Are those the keys in your pocket..?" She laughed.

You'd better do what she says - Mafia girls mean business!


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