Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

Damien rose before her again, pulli

ng away his clothing, kneeling with his full, hard torso bare. Rippling muscle on display as he wiped away her glistening moisture from around his mouth and swallowed down her juices.

“You’re ready,” he growled, his voice so deep and coarse, the man turned beast before her very eyes, driven by carnal desire.

Careful with her body, the towering brute bent back her knees and kept her legs splayed, her pussy on display. His throbbing cock stood out, firm and ready, gliding over her wet slit. Britney couldn’t help but try to rock her hips against it in turn, but she was held firmly in place, kept to his mercies.

Damien took his time, or so it seemed when every second felt like a minute. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, letting that pulsating, veiny shaft glide along her sacred spot, as no one had done before. She was whimpering and mewling and practically begging to be fucked by then, but her miserable waiting was nearly over.

With one final slide back, Damien let his cock hang just by the mere tip, that purple crown so swollen as it lodged right at the entrance to her pussy. Then slowly, his powerful hips pushed and he began to slide into her. A thick, hard cock causing the pink petals of her pussy to blossom around his manhood as he sank further and further in.

Britney cried out, her poor, virginal cunny lips strained and red as they stretched around such an immense shaft. She cried out his name, but the slow push of his organ continued, stretching her narrow little canal around him, making her pussy into a tight sleeve for his cock.

Damien moaned, a deep, gravelly sound as he sank into her. She was so tight it made even that giant of a man waver, though her plea for him to stop made him relent. The brute paused as she panted and writhed.

“Too much! You’re too big!” she whimpered, but both of their gazes were ultimately drawn to the sight of her pussy stretched around his shaft, that thick girth still not entirely inside of her.

He gave her a breather, a moment to calm herself, to slowly simmer down that heaving bosom of hers as his own dick pulsated with desire. Each new throb stretching her cunt just a little bit more, making her squirm and squeal.

Damien’s two big, rough hands moved up from her thighs, around her waist, keeping her pinned in place as he resumed again, intent upon burying the last of his length into her molten hot pussy.

She cried out and writhed, but he kept her in place until finally… at last, the two of them were joined together wholly. Damien’s cock lodged deep inside her, it’s pulsating length encased so snugly in the walls of her pussy, their loins pressed together tight.

Britney panted, and then Damien bent down and drowned her noises with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, in which his tongue lashed at hers and swirled about her mouth momentarily, her taste still rich on his tongue. He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, and held her beneath him as their lay entwined.

They stayed like that for so long, as Damien let her grow accustomed to the new feeling of being full. Being so excruciatingly and blissfully full. He felt her up, kneaded her flesh and tasted her lips. The two of them slowly beginning to grow used to being one.

In time Britney began to rock against him, the pain subsided as her desires flowed. She yearned to feel him move against her once more, no longer just resting atop and against her.

Damien was only too happy to oblige.

That thick shaft slowly pulled back, tugging upon her labia as it went, making Britney moan. That slick little pussy clinging to him before he pushed back inside, filling her once more. It was the slow beginning to a building thrust, each new push of his cock a little harder, coming on a little faster.

Damien kissed her upon the mouth, their lips smacking between sounds of her moans and his lewd, low grunts. All the while the couch creaked beneath them, his great weight putting strain upon the old sofa.

“Oh Damien,” she moaned, her nails lightly scraping along his bulging biceps, up to his shoulders. Her words were all but lost amid the sounds of their lovemaking though, the rising slap of his balls against her round ass cheeks adding to the cacophony.

Those powerful hands of his guided her legs up over his hips and around his waist as he continued to pummel into her. Their bodies so perfectly entwined like that, she was able to help keep him in check — if only the slightest bit — as his raging passions threatened to overtake him and spur him on to pound her into oblivion.

Britney was fast losing all grasp on reality though, her vision fogged over as her eyes rolled back into her head, her throat hoarse with the incessant moans and squeals. She was being pummeled into blissful climax, and it was like her conscious self became separated from her physical being, but at the same time utterly chained to its primal pleasures and sensations.

Damien’s body rippled and bulged as his muscles propelled him into her again and again, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. Britney’s spine arched in a feline sort of manner, her body contorted as the fiery sensations spider webbed from her loins out through her body and all her limbs, until her whole body was electric with sensations.

She cried out, her words unintelligible but for his name, as her very first climax hit her with such intensity. She jolted and writhed as a gush of warm honey coated his cock and balls and she clenched him all the tighter with the hold of her pussy.

Damien didn’t relent, even as her spasming grasp made him grunt and moan. He pounded her through her intense climax and beyond. The battering of his cock persisting despite her pleas and whimpers, until she was brought to the cusp of her second orgasm.

It was there, as she shook and clenched about him that finally, the hulking brute was undone. Damien’s broad torso shuddering as his balls tightened, and a fiery sensation travelled the length of his shaft as he came. Hard.

He moaned her name as he bucked his hips, haphazardly spilling his rich, virile seed into her fertile depths. The two were slaves to lust by then, and no thought was given by either to the consequences of their actions. They could only think of each other and their desire to rut and remain one, even as he filled her womb with his rich cream.

They were a sweaty, glistening mess together as their loins remained locked and Damien slowly lowered himself down upon her. They entangled deeper, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their bliss. Lips locked they kissed and fondled each other, sliding their hands along each other’s bodies, enjoying the closeness, the buzz of their nerves so overwrought from their intense climaxes.

Her arms wrapped about his neck, holding him close, needing the security that his warm, strong body provided. She was shaky still after her multiple orgasms, at the shock at what they’d done, and yet she’d never felt more blissful in her short life.

“Damien,” she purred against his mouth, feeling his shaft still pulse with life, even after he’d finished. She was sore yet longed for more, to experience making love with him again and again.

Her fingers dug into his back, as if she were afraid that if she’d let him go, he’d disappear like a dream.