Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection
“Which one’s your room?” he asked and she nodded towards it. He carried her on in there, to her modest little bed, in her plain room and laid her out atop that mattress. He reached behind him, up in under his leather jacket, and pulled out his handgun, laying it aside before he stripped off his jacket and locked eyes with her. “I’ve missed you somethin’ fierce today, sweetheart.”
It was all happening so fast, their twin loneliness burning bright. She was acting the part of a fool, but she could never see it that way. Instead, he was her dream lover, the thing that she’d been yearning for but never had words to explain. The one to save her from her life.
Her long hair splayed out on her pillow, her fair eyes looking at him with such intensity.
“He’ll be gone for a couple hours, no more,” she warned.
“Don’t worry one lick, sweet thing,” he said with a smile as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more and more of that hulking, hairy chest of his as the ‘v’ of his open shirt widened. On down it went, until she could see the ridges and valleys of his abs, and he was tugging his shirt out of his jeans. He made the simple act of stripping off his shirt such an erotic experience, like nothing Laura had ever seen before his arrival in her life.
“I’m gonna savour you, babe, and then I’m gonna give you a choice,” he said so casually as he undid his jeans, tugging them on down with his boxer-briefs, letting that thick manhood of his spring out, so rigid and hard.
She was no less obsessed the third time seeing it than she was the first, and it distracted her from his statement. She hungered for it with such intensity, her legs spread instantly, her long skirt pulling up slightly.
She forced her gaze up, meeting his face as she swallowed. “A choice?”
“Don’t worry about that now, babe,” he said as he stood before her nude, his whole body so hard, nary a sliver of softness to his form. Not on his muscled body, nor his manhood.
He lowered himself down by the side of the bed upon one knee, and reached out, taking hold of her parted legs by the ankles, and sliding his grasp on up beneath her dress. He rubbed his thumbs along her soft inner thigh flesh, stroked and fondled her as he leaned in, kissing her ankles and moving on up with more of those warm, moist kisses.
She’d been pristine before meeting him, and she was still innocent, if not a virgin. Her long dress, chaste and modest, fit her personality to a T.
She trembled at the touch of his hand against her hidden skin, her thigh tingling with delight at being caressed by him. She was already breathing harder, little moans flittering through the air on soft breaths.
He looked up at her as he slowly lifted her dress, that big, older man exposing her soft, pale skin to his hungry lips as he made his way to her panties. Those long digits of his curled into the waistband of her undergarments, then slowly began to tug them down, letting them retreat from her most private of places, until her pink little sex was revealed.
Jake took such care to slide her panties on down over her ankles, and off her feet before letting them rest on the floor.
“You’re so damn beautiful, babe,” he growled out, lifting her foot and kissing upon the top of it, then moving his lips up towards her ankle.
It tickled, but felt so good she didn’t want to pull away. He had such a charisma and skill about him for being such a large brute. He was delicate with her in ways she’d never expected, and she shivered in delight as she peeked down at him as he kissed along her slender ankle.
“Thank you,” she whispered back.
His lips crooked up unevenly at that remark, and the man’s bearded kisses continued back on up, retracing his steps along those pale, alabaster stems of hers. As he approached her most sacred of places, he let his eyes shut and took a deep inhale of her scent. His nostrils flared and he gave a low, rumbling moan of pleasure at her feminine aroma.
“Smells like heaven,” he growled, prying her legs open wider and wider still, lifting her dress up until it was little more than a belt. And then he did something she never so much as imagined: he leaned in and licked along her slit, ta
sted her womanhood and swirled his tongue about her sensitive little clit.
A jolt went through her, her eyes widening in both panic and delight as she sucked in air. Her fingers clenched the blankets, holding them between her pale digits as she lay rigid in shock.
But then, upon his second lick and the tremor that went through her, her body began to loosen, though her nervousness remained. She was self-conscious of him kissing her most private of areas, and yet couldn’t bring herself to stop him.
Especially not with how much he seemed to enjoy it. His deep, husky moans of approval filling the air and reverberating through her flesh for such a delightful hum as he licked and smacked his lips against her cunny. It was like he was starving, and only her flesh could satiate him, and he buried his face into her mound, devoured and adored it as he licked her gash and sucked upon her sensitive bud.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cooed above him, and though she’d twice made love to him, it’d not been like this, and the sensation was completely different. It was warm and tender, soft and yet just firm enough to bring that buzzing to her nerves, that growing sensation of excitement building within her.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded, her knuckles white with her grip on the blankets.
His attentive, hungry actions had such an impact upon her. Though she wore the most conservative of dresses, with it wrapped up about her waist, and slowly slipping down from one of her shoulders as she panted and moaned, it couldn’t help but look so sultry and slutty upon her increasingly dewy form.
His broad shoulders heaved, and he placed her thighs up over them as he tongued her little twat mercilessly, showing no hints of stopping any time soon.
Her moans were growing louder, filling the air with pants and pleading gasps of pleasure as she lifted her hips, bucking into his face rudely. All modesty had disappeared in the face of the pleasure he was offering her, and her hand went to the back of his head, tangling his hair in her fingers as she approached that apex.
Jake’s actions only grew more aggressive, his face rocking as he licked her sensitive cunny, and then he slid one of his large hands along her thigh and traced an index finger in beneath his face. He teased her slit with that long digit, slowly easing it into her as he continued to swirl about her clit and provoke it to such electric heights.
She lost all control of her body, of her actions, as the orgasm rocked through her with such power. She let out a loud scream, her body jerking as she humped his face, her entire body filled with sensations she couldn’t name.