The Mexican heiress, clad in nothing but a tiny thong and 6-inch Louboutins, entered the room with her signature sway, unaware of the surprise waiting for her. Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and four burly bikers blocked her escape. Their leather-clad bodies were adorned with tattoos and piercings; their eyes gleamed with lust. One of them grabbed her wrist roughly, spinning her around to face the wall. The heiress gasped as she felt the cold steel of a knife at her throat. "You're mine now, baby," he growled. She whimpered in fear, feeling his rough hands tear off her thong. Her pussy was exposed, glistening with arousal. They took turns abusing her, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, and roughly fuck ing her mouth.
