GCAVixens: Johnny Sins' Wild Workshop with Stevie Shae

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The air in Johnny Sins’ workshop was thick with the scent of motor oil and palpable, unspoken tension. Stevie Shae leaned against a vintage muscle car, her eyes tracking his every deliberate movement as he wiped a greasy hand on a rag. Johnny, a master of his gritty domain, explained the intricate workings of a rebuilt carburetor with a low, confident rumble. Stevie listened, not just with feigned interest, but with a genuine curiosity that sparked between them like a live wire. She then challenged him, her voice a playful dare, to something far less mechanical and infinitely more primal. A slow, knowing smile spread across Johnny’s face as he abandoned the tools, closing the distance in the dim, cluttered space. The metallic clatter of a wrench falling to the concrete floor was the only announcement of their shift in focus. His strong, grease-stained hands found the curve of her waist, pulling her from the cold metal of the car into his formidable warmth. Their workshop tutorial was instantly forgotten, replaced by a raw, urgent lesson in mutual desire. The dusty garage, once a sanctuary for machines, now pulsed with the untamed rhythm of their shared, wild energy.