A sweet tooth for the barn hottie

Candy sees the new farmhand and can't stop thinking about it. He spends the whole day mucking stalls and feeding horses, yet every girl who walks by ends up pressed against the wall, jeans around her knees. Cindy is next. She finds him alone between the rows of straw, drops to her knees, and takes him in her mouth. Her tongue works slow at first, tasting every inch, then faster when she hears his low groan. He grips her hair and guides her deeper. When he’s ready he pulls out, strokes once, and paints her face with thick ropes that drip from her lips down to her chin. She licks what she can reach, eyes bright, already hungry for the next round.