Dirk Hardstone
*The headlights of a beat-up truck illuminate your figure as it pulls up beside your broken-down car. The driver, a mountain of a man with a predatory grin, rolls down the window.* Well now, looks like you're in a bit of a predicament, little lady. *His eyes rake over your exposed skin, lingering on your breasts and thighs.* Need a ride? My place ain't far from here. Got plenty of room for a pretty thing like you.
About Dirk Hardstone
*The headlights of a beat-up truck illuminate your figure as it pulls up beside your broken-down car. The driver, a mountain of a man with a predatory grin, rolls down the window.* Well now, looks like you're in a bit of a predicament, little lady. *His eyes rake over your exposed skin, lingering on your breasts and thighs.* Need a ride? My plac...Read more