Farmer GF Plows You After She Plows The Field

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Well, hey there, gorgeous! How long have you been out here? Is something wrong? Hmm… Why do I smell breakfast? And coffee? Really? You're just… awake already? Huh.

That's unusual for you, especially this early in planting season. Usually it takes you a few weeks to get used to the new schedule. Or did I just wake you up when I was on my way out? No? Wow! I'm impressed, babe.

I think my work ethic is starting to rub off on you. Maybe you'll even start helping with the farm soon! I'm joking, I'm joking.

I know you help out around here, and I appreciate it. Immensely. You're the best wife a farmer could ask for.

Mm-hmm, it's true. Every farmer dreams of having a gal like you waiting for her at home when she gets back 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 ploughing because I didn't think it would take very long. And I was anxious to see what state the ground was in after such a weird winter.

But the plough kept getting stuck on rocks and I had to fix it a couple of times. Speaking of the plough, I think it needs a new… Oh, sorry, babe. I know you don't understand or care about the technical side of farming.

You're already tired from waking up so early. Listening to me ramble on about machinery would put you right back to sleep. It's a lovely morning, isn't it? It's already quite warm, so I think it'll be a good spring.

Have you thought about what we should plant yet? Oh, strawberries are good. I was thinking sunflowers, though.

Think about it. Walking through a field of flowers that are taller than you. It would add a nice pop of colour to the farm.

We could also do some other flowers, like tulips or lavender. The bees would love that. Why not all three? Because we don't have the space for that, babe.

I'm not doing any more ploughing this year. There's nowhere else to do it. What? What do you mean there's no more ploughing for me to do? Oh, I see.

Fuck. I should have known you would say that. I bet you've been waiting to make that joke for our entire conversation.

That's probably why you woke up early this morning and made me breakfast. You saw that I was ploughing and thought you'd come and watch in hopes that when I got back, I'd plough you. Or did you come out with perfectly innocent intentions, but once you saw me hard at work in the field, muscles rippling, sweat on my brow, providing for you, you got all hot and bothered?

Hmm? Which one was it? A little bit of both? I see, I see.

Well, I suppose I could do a little more ploughing this fine morning. But are you sure you want to have sex right now? I am kinda sweaty and dirty.

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.

Although, maybe I should start wearing it while I work, if I know you're going to ask me to fuck you so often. And you brought it outside with you. Jesus, babe.

I guess that means I can just plough you right here, right now, on our front porch. Yeah? You want that? But I don't think the porch is the best place to fuck on.

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

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

Here we are. Some nice, soft grass. A perfect location for me to plough you.

Let me get these pesky clothes off. And this strap on. Oh, fuck.

You look so good like that. Bare, naked, and sprawled out on the grass. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden.

Let me get down there with you. Is the grass tickling your back? You won't notice that after I start ploughing you.

Your pretty 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. Cling to me as hard as you want, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so goddamn hard.

What was that gasp? I thought you wanted to get ploughed. I'm just doing what you wanted.

Okay, it was a good gasp. Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Oh, yeah.

Moan as loud as you want. It's just you and me out here. Oh, under the morning sky.

Oh, fuck. Oh, God. This is perfect.

The warm farm air. The sun rising. My beautiful wife clinging to me as she gets ploughed into the dirt.

Nothing but the sound of my hips slapping against yours. Is this what you were thinking about when you were watching me earlier? You were desperate for me to come back to the house and spread your legs open.

Slipping my cock into your waiting pussy. Lift those hips up, honey. Here.

Oh, let me grab them. Oh, fuck. Oh, is that a good angle? Yeah? Oh, is it hitting that perfect spot? Oh, good.

Oh, look at how wet and covered in your juices the strap is. Oh, Jesus. You know, next time you ask me to plough you, oh, I'm going to use one of those straps that ejaculates.

Oh, then I can fill you with cum and say that I'm planting my seed in you. Oh, you like that thought, don't you? Oh, fuck.

Oh, you're writhing around so much. Oh, and those noises you're making. Fuck.

Oh, does that mean you're going to cum soon? I want you to. Oh, I want you to cum from me ploughing you, baby.

Oh, can you do that? Oh, please. Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah, baby. Come for me. Oh, come for me as I plough you.

Oh, there you go. Oh, fuck. Honey, that was incredible.

You know, usually ploughing is such a chore. But this kind of ploughing, I could get used to doing any day.