Your Farmer Girlfriend

Transcript

Well, hey there, gorgeous. How long have you been out here? Is something wrong? Why do I smell breakfast and coffee? Really? You're just awake already? That is unusual for you, especially this early in planting season.

Usually it takes a few weeks to get used to this 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 out on the farm soon.

I'm joking, I'm joking. I know you help out around here. I appreciate it immensely.

You're the best wife a farmer could ask for. Mm-hmm, that'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 plowing because I didn't think it would take very long, and I was so anxious to see what state the ground was in after such a weird winter. But the plow kept getting stuck on the rocks, and I had to fix it a couple times.

Speaking of the plow, I think it needs a new- I'm sorry, babe. I know you don't understand or care about the technical side of the farm. You're already tired from waking up so early.

Listening to me ramble on about machinery is gonna put you right back to sleep. It is a lovely morning, though, isn't it? It's already quite warm, so it should 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 all taller than you are would add a nice pop of color to the farm, and we could do some other flowers. Tulips or lavenders.

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 plowing this year. There's nowhere else to do it. What do you mean there's more plowing for me to do? Oh, I see.

Fuck, I should have known you would say that. Bet you've been wanting to make that joke for our entire conversation. It's probably why you woke up this morning and made me breakfast.

You saw I was plowing and you thought you'd come and watch in hopes that when I got back I'd plow you. Or did you come out here with perfectly innocent intentions, but once you saw me hard at work in the fields, muscles rippling, sweat on my brow, providing for you, you got all hot and bothered? Hmm? Which one was it? A bit of both.

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

But are you sure you want to have sex right now? I am kind of 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 plow you right here, right now, on our front porch? Yeah? You want that? Hmm.

But I don't think the porch is the best place to fuck. 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.

Perfect location for me to plow you. Let's 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 just get down there with you.

Aw, is the grass tickling your back? Hmm. Well, you won't notice after I start plowing you.

Your pretty pussy is so ready for me. I can tell it's aching for this cock. Don't worry.

I'm not going to tease you. Oh, oh, oh, fuck. Cling to me as hard as you want, baby.

I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard. Oh, hmm. What was that gasp? I thought you wanted to get plowed.

I'm just doing what you wanted. Oh, okay. It was a good gasp.

Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Oh, yeah. Yeah, moan as loud as you want.

It's just you and me out here under the morning sky. Oh, oh, God, this is perfect. Warm farm air, the sun rising, my beautiful wife clinging to me as she gets plowed into the dirt.

Nothing but the sound of my hips slapping against yours. Was 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.

Slip my cock into your waiting pussy. Oh, yeah. Lift those hips up, honey.

Oh, here, let me grab them. Oh, oh, oh, yeah. Was that a good angle? Yeah.

Was that hitting that perfect spot? Good. Oh, God.

Look. Look at how wet and covered in your juices the strap is. Jesus.

You know, next time you ask me to plow you, I'm going to use one of those straps that ejaculates. Then I can fill you with my cum and say I'm planting my seeds in you. You like that thought, didn't you? God, you're writhing around so much.

Those noises you're making. Does that mean you're going to come soon? I want you to.

I want you to come for me plowing you, baby. Can you do that? Please.

Come on. You're close. Come on, baby.

Oh. Oh. Fuck.

Honey, you are incredible. That was good. Yeah.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Well, you know, usually plowing is a chore.

But this kind of plowing? I could do this every day.