There’s this country guy who I can’t stop thinking about. He’s always out riding on his tractor, feeding the animals, sun hitting his skin, and I can’t help but think what it would be like to taste him, to suck his rock hard dick while riding on that tractor, to have him driving around while I slide down between his legs and I would undo his belt buckle, unzip his jeans and pull his hard dick out and take him down my throat. He’ll stop somewhere out toward the back of the property, grab me by my hair and pull me off the tractor. He’ll take me into his barn, kiss me hard and then push me to my knees, looking down at me as I lick his cock over and over again. I’ll look up in his eyes, seeing that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. Finally, he’ll pull me up and bend me over some hay, he will slide a couple of fingers into my tight soaking wet pussy, I’ll push my tight ass back on them, greedily taking as much as he’ll give me. Then he’ll take his fingers out and just look at me, look at my pussy juices dripping down my thighs, look at me bent over, waiting for him. Finally, I’ll feel the tip of his cock, I’ll hear his breath catch as he starts to push into me.
For now it’s just a dream, he doesn’t even know I exist… maybe some day.
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