Farmer GF Plows You After Plowing the Field [Script by u/ellamachine]

Transcript

Well hey there gorgeous, how long you been out here? Is something wrong? Hmm, why do I smell breakfast and coffee? You're just awake already? Oh okay, that's unusual for you, especially this early in planting season.

You know, usually it takes you a few weeks to get used to this new schedule and all that. Wait, I didn't wake you up on my way out, did I honey? No? Okay, well, I'm impressed babe.

I think my work ethic is starting to rub off on you. Maybe you'll even start helping around the farm soon. I'm joking, I'm joking, okay? I know, I know you help out around here, and I appreciate it a lot.

You know, you're the best wife a farmer could ask for. It's true, every farmer dreams of having a gal like you waiting for her back home when she gets from the field, and I'm not just saying that because you made me breakfast and coffee. I didn't eat anything before I left to start plowing, because I didn't think it'd take very long, and I was also anxious to see what state the ground was in after such a weird winter, but then the plow kept getting stuck on the rocks and I had to fix it a couple of times.

And speaking of the plow, you know, I think it might need a new- I'm sorry, I'm sorry babe. I know you don't really understand or care much about the technical side of farming. You're already probably real tired from waking up so early, and listening to me ramble on about machinery puts you right back to sleep, huh?

It's a lovely morning though, isn't it? It's already pretty warm, so it should be a good spring. Have you thought about what we should plant yet? Oh yeah, strawberries sound good.

I was thinking sunflowers though. Think about it, walking through a field of flowers that are taller than you. It would also add a nice pop of color to the farm, and we could also do some other flowers, like tulips or lavender.

Bees would love that. Hm? Why not all three? Well, we don't have all the space for that, babe.

I'm not doing any more plowing this year, there's nowhere else to plow. Huh? What do you- what do you mean there's more plowing for me to do? I already- oh.

Oh. I see. Okay.

Fuck. I should have known you'd say that. You've been waiting to make that joke our whole conversation, ain't you? That's probably why you woke up this morning and made me breakfast.

You saw that I was plowing, and what? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? You didn't? What? You thought you'd come watch in hopes that I'd get back in power on you? Or did you come out with perfectly innocent intentions, but once you saw me at hard at work in the field, muscles rippling, sweat on my brow, providing for you, what?

You got all hot and bothered? Huh? Which one was it? Hmm.

A little bit of both. Okay. I see.

I see. Well. I suppose I could do a little bit more plowing this morning.

Um, are you sure you want to have sex with me right now? I'm kind of sweaty and dirty and, you know, just gross. Of course, you don't mind.

You knew what you were signing up for when you married a farmer, didn't you? Should we go inside then? I obviously don't have my strap on and maybe I should start wearing it while I work if I know you're going to ask me to fuck you so often.

Oh, okay, and you brought it outside with you. Um, Jesus, babe, okay, well, I guess that means I can just plow you right here now on our front porch then, yeah? Yeah? You like that? I don't think the porch is the best place to fuck on, though.

No, no, I think it's too hard and dirty for my sweet, delicate wife. I can think of a much better place. Come on.

Yeah, I know. I know you like it when I pick you up. You like being swept off your feet, and luckily, I like sweeping you off your feet, so it works out.

Here we are. Some nice, soft grass, perfect location for me to plow you. Now, let me just get these pesky clothes off and the strap on.

Fuck. You look so good like that, bare naked and sprawled out in the grass like Eve in the Garden of Eden. Let me just get down there with you.

Aw, does the grass tickle in your back, honey? You won't notice that once I start plowing you. Now, let's just see what's going on down here.

My fingers. Your pussy is so ready for me. I can tell it's aching for this cock.

Don't worry, I won't tease you. Oh, fuck. Mm-hmm, yeah, go ahead.

You can cling on to me as hard as you want, baby. God, I'm gonna fuck you so goddamn hard. Oh.

Mm-hmm. Huh? What was that gasp? I thought you wanted to get plowed, I'm just doing what you wanted.

Okay, good, it was a good gasp. Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Yeah, mowing as loud as you want, honey.

Yeah, it's just you and me out here. Oh, you're perfect. The warm farm air, the sun rising, my beautiful wife clinging to me as she gets plowed into the fucking dirt.

Nothing but the sound of my hips slapping against yours. Is this what you were thinking about when you were watching me early? You were desperate for me to come back to the house and spread your legs open and slip my cock into this fucking pussy, weren't you?

Move those hips up, honey. Let me grab a hold of them. Yeah, is that a good angle? Yeah, is it hitting that perfect spot? Oh, that's good.

Come on, come on. Look at how wet and covered in your juices this strap is. Jesus.

You know what? Next time you ask me to plow you, I'm going to use one of those straps that ejaculates. And then I can fill you with my cum and say that I'm planting my seed deep inside of you.

Yeah. Oh, you liked that thought, didn't you? Fuck, you're writhing around so much.

Oh, God. Oh, God, and those noises you're making, baby, you sound so cute. Oh, you sound so good.

You sound so perfect. Yeah? Oh, God, you sound so good.

Does that mean you're going to cum soon? I want you to. I want you to cum for me plowing you, baby.

Can you do that for me? Can you do that for me, please? Yeah.

You're so good. You're so good. You're so good.

Yeah? You're close? Come on.

Come on, baby. Come for me. Come on.

Come for me. Come for me. Come for me plowing a strap in you.

Come on. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh, yeah. It's okay. Ride out that orgasm, baby.

Mm. Oh. Oh.

Fuck, honey. God, you're incredible. You okay? Oh.

Mm. You know, usually plowing is a chore, but. ..

With this kind of plowing? I think I could do this every day. Come here.

Mm.