I never expected to get fucked senseless over the hood of my own broken-down car by a dirty, tattooed mechanic in the middle of nowhere.

But here I was — bent over the warm metal hood of my Mercedes, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties ripped off and dangling from one ankle, while a rough, grease-stained hand gripped my hip and a thick cock slammed into me from behind like he was trying to punish me for existing.

It had started innocently enough. Or at least, that’s what I told myself when my luxury rental car started smoking on a deserted coastal road in the south of France two...