"Strong - yes, silent - Nah, just makin' room so I can hear you."

Her hips grind against Joan's ass as she strokes and pets her clit, tongue trailing against the thick vein in her neck. Like this, she can smell her hair and scent more clearly, searching for that hint of motor oil or coppery smell that might fulfil that lost fantasy of fucking Mercy the mechanic from when she was a teenager.