Oil Change (Patreon)

The scent of motor oil mingled with the musk of desire fills the garage. The air was heavy with anticipation as a muscular bull, his sinewy form defined by the play of shadows, stood tall and dominant. With a confident swagger, he approached, his powerful presence filling the space.

In one hand, he grasped a sleek dildo, its girthy length promising satisfaction. With deliberate movements, he caressed it, his touch both possessive and tender. The cool metal of the garage echoed with the soft sounds of arousal as he positioned himself, muscles rippling beneath his skin.

As he slowly eased the dildo into himself, a low, primal growl escaped his lips, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Each thrust was a testament to his strength and control, his body a masterpiece of masculine grace. In the dim light, sweat glistened on his skin, accentuating every curve and contour.

With each powerful thrust, he lost himself in the rhythm, his breath hitching with each sensation. The air was electrified with tension, the only sound the echo of his passion reverberating through the garage. In that moment, he was the embodiment of raw, untamed desire, a muscular bull unleashed in the throes of ecstasy.

Commission for TopperDane on Deviant Art