Wrong Place at the Wrong Time: Charlotte Sins and Christian Wilde

Charlotte's car is on fumes when she spots the only gas station open. She parks, slips around back to the restroom, and calls her friend. Before the call ends a rough hand clamps over her mouth. Christian's beard scratches her neck as he drags her inside. The lock clicks. He bends her over the sink, works two thick fingers into her ass, then slams his cock in deep. She gasps, but he keeps going—pounding, stretching, pulling her hair until her knees buckle. Finished with the filthy tile, he hauls her out to a dingy back room. He cuffs her wrists behind her back and tosses her to the floor. Charlotte knows what's next. He fucks her mouth first, then takes her pussy in hard, punishing strokes. When he flips her over and pushes back into her ass she cries out, but he doesn’t slow down. She tries to put on the show he wants—moaning, spreading, begging—but one wrong sound earns another slap. He keeps at it, switching holes, choking her, using every inch until he’s done. She’s left shaking, marked, knowing exactly why people skip places like this after dark.