MissBNasty VS. The Car Wash

Title: MissB Nasty’s Steamy DNF Car Wash

MissB Nasty, the raven-haired vixen, prances into the car wash lot wearing nothing but a translucent negligee, a sheer robe, and a pair of strappy stilettos. Her voluptuous curves jiggle with each sensuous step. The sultry sway of her hips mesmerizes the unsuspecting attendant, who gapes as she approaches.

“Hi, sugar,” she purrs, licking her full lips. “I need a… special kind of wash today.”

The attendant gulps, his eyes roving over her glistening ebony skin, cash register motivation growing by the second. “Wh-what kind of wash are you looking for,MissB?”

She bats her long lashes and leans in close. “The kind where you get your hands all over me… But first, let me take this ride for a spin.”

MissB Nasty saunters toward her sleek, cherry red sports car, ensuring the lad’s gaze remains glued to her juicy backside. She slides into the driver’s seat, crossing her legs to flash her bald, dripping pussy at the attendant.

The car roars to life, MissB Nasty revving the engine and gripping the steering wheel suggestively. She puts the vehicle in motion, easing it onto the tracks.

As the car begins its slow journey through the wash, MissB Nasty peels off her negligee, exposing her bountiful breasts. Her plum-tinted nipples stiffen, begging for attention.

Soapy suds rain down upon her naked, glistening form as she languidly caresses every inch of her alluring curves. Her fingertips trail down her flat stomach, skimming her puffy, pouty lips, and gliding over her slick, pursing asshole.

Writhing against the leather seats, MissB Nasty collectors herself into a needy heap. She plucks up a soapy washcloth, sensuously gliding it between her thighs. Her bulbous clit throbs as she grinds against the sudsy rag, hips gyrating wildly.

Mere inches from her trembling body, the soapy car wash brushes past, its firm rubber bristles grazing her peaked nipples. MissB Nasty contracts, head thrown back in ecstasy. The simulated touch ignites an inferno in her loins.

She throws her legs wide open, displaying her swollen, glistening pussy. Juices pour from her core in steady rivulets, dripping onto the plush leather seats. Her plump lips throb, practically begging for direct penetration.

Reaching down, MissB Nasty circles her aching clit with slick, nimble fingers. She continues pleasuring herself, each motion bringing her closer to the brink. Squealing from the exquisite stimulation, her breasts heave with each labored breath.

The car speeds through the rinse station, dousing her naked, writhing frame with a fresh coat of cool water. The sensation electrifies her skin, every nerve-ending heightened to the max.

abandons her dripping pussy, instead worshipping her sensual, Alabaster-hued soles. MissB Nasty massages her dainty arches, toes curling in rapture. Her feet glisten, slick with soap and arousal.

The attendant, having already revealed himself to be a renegade employee, watches MissB Nasty’s erotic performance through disguising hues of the car’s windows. His engorged member strains against his uniform pants, achingly hard and bursting with pent up semen.

As the car prepares to exit the lot, MissB Nasty returns her attentions to her needy, spasming pussy. She plunges three fingers knuckle-deep into her sodden canal, immediately bracing herself against the door.

Moving in a swift, pounding rhythm, MissB Nasty’s fingers meticulously fondle her dripping folds. She whimpers, hips bucking wildly. Her voluptuous tits bounce with each glorious thrust.

Ecstasy crashes through her entire form with the force of a tidal wave. Her thighs clench, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing down her legs as MissB Nasty rides through a devastatingly intense orgasm.

Reaching feverish clench of euphoria’s grasp, MissB Nasty collects herself, and reclothes. With a cunning smirk, she opens the car door.

“Well, honey,” she says, the car door masking her satiated form. “Did you enjoy watching me ride this machine? How about I hop on yours for your after-hour shift bonus?”

The attendant can only wince and nod, his turgid cock unable to convey his burning lust.