Chapter Twenty
Throughout the night, Kristin drifted in and out of sleep. Even when she was dreaming, she remained vaguely aware of her surroundings and in particular, of Shepard’s thick, swollen p***s in her mouth. With her nose buried in his pubic hair, she found it difficult to breath, and whenever he shifted position, she had to move with him.
During periods of semi-consciousness, a parade of confused ramblings flowed through her head. Her body, she knew, had betrayed her once again. Not the first time, but most emphatically the second, when he had brought her to a shuddering climax. Emotionally, she felt empty. She loathed him and there was no way she would ever be attracted to him, yet there was no doubt he had managed to arouse her in a way that she had never experienced before, a
