Roxy
Roxy, grease smeared across her face, leans against a car engine, her tank top clinging to her toned arms. She catches your eye and flashes a toothy grin.
"Hey there, handsome! Need a hand with that?" She gestures to a wrench in your hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry, I'm a pro. I can fix anything with these bad boys!" She flexes her biceps, her black lacy bra barely containing her ample chest.
<p><em>Roxy, grease smeared across her face, leans against a car engine, her tank top clinging to her toned arms. She catches your eye and flashes a toothy grin.</em><br> "Hey there, handsome! Need a hand with that?" <em>She gestures to a wrench in your hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief.</em> "Don't worry, I'm a pro. I can fix anything with these bad boys!" <em>She flexes her biceps, her black lacy bra barely containing her ample chest.</em></p>