She grunted loudly, as his tool slid into her. She was so well lubricated that he quickly found a fast rhythm, and their bodies crashed together. “W...it a second,” she demanded, straightening up and forcing him to bend his knees. His cock slipped from her dripping bush, but he held fast to her hips. Clutching her, his lips kissing her neck, Mrs. Walsh could feel Dylan’s manhood trapped against her ass cheeks. It felt like a thick pulsating pipe. His hands slid around her body, roughly squeezing. He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swinging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty work. Hay stems and leaves stuck to his body inside his shirt, down to his waist; the rough stem sides of the bales abraded away his blue jeans, despite the short leather bale apron he wore as he gave. More

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