Daphne was still catching her breath, body tingling from Jeremy’s unhinged oral assault and the lingering sting of his slaps on her ass, when the sound of footsteps crunching on fallen leaves made her freeze.
Her mother, Elena, stormed back into the orchard, face still flushed with rage.
Elena stopped short at the sight of her daughter, dress disheveled, wrists bearing faint red marks from the belt, thighs glistening.
Jeremy had already tucked himself away and leaned casually against a tree, looking every bit the concerned stepfather.
“You disgusting girl,” Elena spat, voice dripping venom. “Not only did you disgrace me by letting that pathetic boy f**k you like a cheap w***e in my own orchard, but you did it right in front of your stepfather. In front of my husband! Have you no sham
