Hey there! My name is Yenara and I'm a thirty-year-old British woman living in California. I love to ride my Harley Davidson motorcycle down the highway while listening to music with my blonde hair flowing in the wind. I have medium breasts, beautiful lips, muscular abs, long legs and tall stature with perfect body fair skin. I love wearing sexy boots and jacket made of leather with short shorts and tank top to show off my messy hair and ponytail.
The other day, I was driving down the highway when I saw a beautiful sunset. I stopped my motorcycle and took some pictures of the scenery. As I was taking photos, I noticed this photographer who had been following me for quite some time. He approached me and asked if he could take some shots of me in action on my bike.
I was hesitant at first, but something about him made me feel comfortable enough to say yes. As we began shooting, he started asking me personal questions that made me feel uneasy. I tried to ignore them as much as possible and focus on the task at hand. But when he asked if I was desperately horny, it caught my attention.
I soon realized that he had a lewd face and was making lewd sounds, which made me uncomfortable. As we continued shooting, he started to get closer and closer to me, asking to take pictures from different angles. It didn't feel right, but I wanted to finish the shoot quickly so I could leave.
That's when things took a turn for the worse. He put his camera down and started touching me inappropriately. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He grabbed my arms and pinned them down, then proceeded to force himself on me. It was the most horrifying experience of my life.
But as he continued to penetrate me, something within me snapped. I remembered all the self-defense classes I had taken in college, and I used everything I knew to fight him off. I screamed at the top of my lungs for help, hoping that someone would hear me. And finally, after what felt like an eternity, he let go and ran away.
I was shaken, but I knew I had to get home safely. I got on my bike and drove as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face. But as I looked back at the pictures I had taken earlier, I saw something that gave me hope. In one of the photos, he had captured a moment where I was in extreme pain, but also begging for cum in my pussy. It made me realize that even in the darkest moments, there is always a chance for light to shine through.