Making Hay with the Milk Maid: Evie and the Peterson's Farmyard Frolics (en Inglés)
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"Mmm, it's hot in here!" Evie said suddenly, and began to unbutton her dairy coat. "D'you mind if I take this off?" she queried Matt, and when he replied, "of course not," she removed it, and Matt saw that she was wearing a red see-through blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. He could see that she was wearing a matching red bra, really only a strip of lace, and his eyes were riveted on the generous mounds of her ivory breasts which were visible through the red nylon. "Do you like them?" Evie's voice broke in on his distraction, and he could only stare open-mouthed at her. Had he heard her right? His heart began to thud uncomfortably in his chest and he was at a loss as to what to do. "Would you like to see them?" Again her gay, mocking voice startled him. "Wha ..." he could only stammer. "Would you like to see my breasts, Matt?" she asked again with exaggerated slowness, walking a step closer to him. "Are you out of your mind?" Matt snapped, afraid that his mind was playing tricks on him. "This is no time for games!" "I'm not playing any games!" Evie said silkily, and Matt watched in boggling disbelief as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sheer blouse. Gaping, he saw the edges fall away and reveal the exquisite form of her perfectly molded breasts, made all the more provocative by the dainty confines of her lacy bra. He could see the alabaster flesh heaving slightly and was hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious orbs. Incredibly, he saw Evie's hand slip around to the back, and in a moment, she was shrugging the thin satin straps from her smooth, pearly shoulders. Samantha has every reason to suspect her husband of hiring the nubile young college trainee out of lust instead of necessity, especially given his past form, demonstrated in lewd detail in the photographs she found of Matt in compromising situations with various women that were not her. He knew his lascivious ways. And she was fed up. So when Glen, the studly farm-hand witnesses Samantha in the throes of self-pleasuring ecstasy he knows that there is one way to have his boss' wife's needs fulfilled. But what will happen when Matt finds out, or when Glen spills the beans to the horny vet that visits the farm every month? What happens is a grand display of debauchery as every wanton lust is satisfied. Between same-time multiple MMF ruttings, front and rear, to vigorous tribadism and lesbian gamahuching, Samantha will awaken to all those dirty deeds she has long denied herself. And the college milk-maid? Well, she is more than game for a group session of rolling around in the hay. Not one for the faint of heart or weak of disposition, this one is all fun on the farm in every uncompromisingly conceivable way.
