Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

She still didn’t have a great grasp of what that meant, but the way he hammered into her was perfect, so she didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted to her, that warm flood of blood thrumming against the surface of her skin and making her cheeks redden.

It was embarrassing to enjoy what he was doing so much, for she felt like it should be bad and wrong, but it felt so damned good.

When he shook atop her almost violently, and gave a long, strained moan, it was sweet bliss. The delightful pinnacle of their time together as his dick twitched inside her and then spewed his rich seed up into her fertile depths.

She didn’t grasp the repercussions of it all, she just knew how good it felt — for herself and him — and the way he looked so beautifully pleased. And then, how he struck inside her cunny just right so that he brought her over the edge along with him at the exact same moment!

Her head was thrown back as her back arched, shoulders lifting off the beach as that powerful sensation jolted through her. Her pussy clenched and vibrated against his cock, her throat warbling so beautifully as her senses exploded.

It was an explosive, dizzying moment and she couldn’t even be sure of how long it lasted, she only knew when it ended, he was panting atop her, fondling her large breasts and kissing at her neck and shoulder. She could feel the thick, creamy slickness of all his seed dribbling out of her cunt, for though the mayor wasn’t as big as Mr. Kerny by any measure, he’d m

ade an incredible mess of her quim.

“You’re an incredible young woman,” he said, breathing heavily, looking down at her with such bedroom eyes even after he’d gotten his rocks off.

She blushed, her eyes darting to the side in embarrassment at his compliment. He could do such lewd things with her, to her, and yet his words were the things that most made her belly flip. She smiled, his weight rested upon her as she took in panted breaths, trying to come back to reality.

“Mr. Aaronson,” she said softly, reaching to try to push her school skirt down as if that would hide the creamy mess of his leavings between her thighs.

“Oh, so bashful,” he said, sounding delighted by her. “So scandalous, yet still blushing adorably,” he remarked, reaching up to stroke her cheek tenderly, he leaned in and gave the corners of her lip a kiss before he pulled out, leaving her dribbling such a thick mess.

“Do you know how to clean a man up proper, Amy dear?” he asked, reclining back onto one arm, his still stiffened shaft glistening with a mix of her honey and some smears of his creamy spunk.

And she had an inkling of an idea. To clean his tool, as the Father had said to her in the parish. Yet the reminder of what she’d done, of the taste... It still lingered in her mouth and she felt herself blush brighter.

But instinctually she licked her lips, even as she looked away bashfully.

“Come on,” he beckoned her, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Not nice of you to entice a man, make a mess of him and leave him sullied,” he said, as if it was all her fault, and that mess about his dick was her doing. The tug at her hair added to the importance of that task.

Her braid was coiled about his fist and she couldn’t do anything to resist, even if she wanted to. He stripped her of choice and let her simply do what felt right, without worrying about how it made her seem.

Her mouth parted as she got on hands and knees, her mouth drawn to that male organ, tongue pressed to the lower row of her teeth as she looked up at him with those bright, blue eyes. She wanted to see if she was doing what he expected.

“That a girl,” he said encouragingly, holding her long, braided ponytail like a leash. He watched as her mouth and tongue met his organ, and he gave a low, rumbling moan in appreciation. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” he said, his hard chest rising and falling before her, drawing the eye to his etched muscles.

She tasted her own tang, mixed with his muskier seed, and closed her mouth about it and let her bright blue eyes flutter closed. She let herself experience him, instead, through touch and taste, her tongue trailing along his crown in curious exploration.

He reclined back, lounging up on his folded arm as he watched her work at his cock, that rigid pole twitching against her mouth and tongue, losing none of its hardness as she worked it. The sight of her bent over him, those ripe tits dangling as she suckled his manhood kept the older man rock solid as he watched, spurting some more of his precum into her mouth.

“Either you’re a natural cocksucking whore, or you’ve been practicing, sweet Amy,” he remarked to her with a deep, moaning voice.

She made a soft noise, muffled by the flesh of his cock, and her lower lip pressed against him wetly as her tongue darted upwards. She followed the taste, licking him like a lollipop and finding the little hints of flavour as she held him upright with her hand.

Mr. Aaronson twitched at her oral ministrations, wrapping her braided ponytail around his fist to tug her in closer, pull her down around his dick further. He reached his free hand out to pet her cheek and feel the bulge there from his manhood inside her mouth.

“Ohhh Amy,” he said aloud, his words all deep and pleasure-laced, “you’re a sweet girl. When you’re working at the school, you’ll have to make sure to pop by the town hall and see me now and then. I’ve got all kinds of things I’d like to do with a natural slut like you,” he declared so casually.

His words electrified her body, making her writhe as her tongue whorled along the underside of his shaft. He was clean and free from the fluids that she was supposed to gather, but he kept tugging her in and so she didn’t stop.

Her wet muscle traced along the veins, feeling them out as they throbbed against her kittenish tongue, her eyes fluttering at his words.

Mr. Aaronson groaned loud and lewdly in time with a thick, throbbing in his cock that stretched her mouth open wider. He was relishing the oral affections so deeply, every little flick or lash of her tongue eliciting a vocal response from the dashing older man.

“You can come sit in my lap in my office,” he said in that deep, throaty voice, so peppered with pleasure, “pull out your tits and show your appreciation for your new job. And I’ll suck those beauties until you’re sore,” he declared.

Her nipples responded right away, hardening so tight and aching for his mouth, even as her body flushed with shame at the natural response.

Her pussy throbbed and her hands went to his thighs, holding herself there as he guided her movements with her braid.