Your motorcycle rumbles as you pull into the gas-station.

You look upon me with contempt, in my tiny sundress. You are tall, domineering, clad in leather.

I creep after you to the filthy bathroom. You gaze upon me spying on you. You fiercely grab my hair, pulling me into that den of filth.

You harshly pull my head back, marking my neck with love bites. You force my jaw open and spit in my mouth. You rip my panties to shreds. They were Botegga Veneta, but I don't care.

Your fingers plunge into my sopping-wet cunt; I explode as you throw me to the floor.