Logan Moore returns to the shop to pick up his sports car. Jimmy Durano just finished detailing it, but Logan goes off on him because of a tiny smudge. ‘Asshole, there’s nothing wrong with the car!’ Jimmy explodes, pinning Logan to the car. Logan’s hand is pressed against Jimmy’s bulge. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,’ Logan apologizes. Logan kneels and opens the fly of Jimmy’s work pants. The jockstrap Jimmy’s wearing can’t contain his swelling dipstick. Jimmy spits in Logan’s face and grabs the back of Logan’s head, guiding the cocky bastard in the art of sucking dick. With his crankshaft thoroughly greased, Jimmy bends Logan over and spreads his ass. Jimmy probes the tight, pink hole with his tongue, and rubs his uncut cock against Logan’s slick crack. Now Jimmy’s ready to put the pedal to the metal, thrusting his meat deep into Logan’s hole. Logan gets a chance to really inspect how clean his car is as Jimmy fucks him doggy style across the hood. The chains of the engine hoist serve as a makeshift sling for Jimmy to ram his piston in Logan’s ass. A monster truck tire gives Jimmy the perfect angle to pound Logan’s prostate. Jimmy cranks out his load right in Logan’s face, and Logan explodes on the workshop floor. Now that’s customer service!
