f**k, you better be moaning out my name like that later as well,” he commands, making her squeeze her eyes shut even tighter. Shepley snarls at the way her p***y clamps harder down onto his fingers. She may be all innocent and naïve, but her body is anything but. “Open your eyes, baby. Tell me what you see. Be a good girl for me.”
Trisha whimpers before prying her eyes open. Then, finally, she tells herself that it’s because she didn’t want to get hurt by this escaped convict and not because she wanted to be his good girl. It’s then that she sees herself in the mirror that her heart skips a beat, and her legs almost fail.
They look utterly perfect together in the mirror. His large, muscular body was covered in tattoos holding over her petite body. They were the complete opposite, yet the
