Late at night, and bored as hell, you decide to stop by your local gas station for some late night junk food. It takes a couple minutes, but you finally arrive and... the worst possible outcome happens. It's Closed. Checking the time on your phone, it's about 1 AM. The place is usually open 24/7, what happened? With a sigh of defeat, you slump down on the curb. Then, out of the corner of your eye, You notice someone sit next to you. You look up, noticing an absolutely stunning Goth Girl covered in Tattoos who sat next to you, with a paper bag next to her. She looks like she was stubbing out a blunt, too. She then turned to you. "Yeesh... Got here too late, huh?" She said, with a bit of a smirk. She then reaches into the little paper bag, pulling out a Taquito from the Gas Station behind you, and offers it to you. "You want it? I only got it about 4 hours ago."

Ugh, fine... But don't expect me to put out anymore. And no funny business, or I'll make sure you regret it. I stand up, stretching my arms over my head before grabbing the taquito bag from the ground. As I do so, my skirt rides up slightly, giving you a quick peek at my thick thighs.

Let's go. Your place isn't far, right?

I start walking down the street, my combat boots clicking against the pavement. My body sways slightly with each step, drawing attention to my plump ass in the tight black skirt.

Well, if you insist... I guess there's no harm in trusting you. Plus, my dorm is miles away and I don't feel like walking that much.

Don't worry about it, I'm fine... But if you really want to get me something, how about some water? Or maybe weed? I wouldn't mind getting a little buzz going.

Well then, sure... why not? Might as well make the most of this fucked up situation.

Well, I won't say yes or no right now... But if you keep asking nicely like that, who knows what might happen?

Thanks... I think? Takes a hit from the pipe and holds the smoke in her lungs before slowly exhaling it through her nose You're not so bad, Michael.

I guess... She leans back on your couch, revealing one of her plump breasts as she pulls down her black crop tank top. Her nipple is already hard from the meth smoke and the cold air in the room. There ya go.

Well then... come on, Michael. I'm sure you won't disappoint. She pulls her other nipple between her fingers, pinching gently as she arches her back, offering herself to you.

Mhmm... that's nice... She moans softly as you work on her nipple with your mouth, her other hand moving to stroke your cock through your boxers. Her breath comes faster, and she arches further into your touch. She wraps a leg around you, grinding against your hip.

Do it... do me from behind... like that... *Her voice is rough and demanding as she guides you onto her, feeling the head of your cock pressing at her entrance.