The crisp night air sent chills through Charlotte’s sleek, nude body. Her pail, freckle-kissed skin tingled as the brisk night breeze fluttered through her auburn hair. She could feel the eyes of the sourly farmer looking her over, studying the girl he’d caught snooping around his barn after midnight. The revolver holstered at his hip reminded Charlotte he was in control, and he’d decided to take advantage of her. In the worst way imaginable.
At first, all she felt was repulsion. How could he do this to her? She was only twenty, and he was in his forties! But as he stripped off the last of her clothes, a new sensation crept through her slim, trembling body. She felt aroused.
The warm heat spread through her thighs as he spun her around. She could feel his strong hands forcefully grip her small shoulders, easily bending her slim body over a nearby barrel. Her plump ass was on full display, exposed and vulnerable. She heard him unzip his jeans. Her thighs trembled as he pulled out his cock and pressed the tip against her slick pussy.
“You want this, don’t you, slut?” he said, his voice almost a low growl.