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🕑 Added 2024-07-27 07:47:59 +0000 UTC It was late evening when the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fаrm. Behind the barn, the air was thick with the scent of hay and the lingering warmth of the day. The muscular fаrmhand, who had been working all day, leaned against the weathered wooden boards, sweat glistening on his bare chest.His heavy breathing quickened as his eyes locked onto the yоung man approaching him. The yоung man's mouth watered, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach. He knew what was coming, and his body ached for it.
The fаrmhand smirked, his rugged, unshaven face exuding dominance. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick, musky cock. The yоung man dropped to his knees without hesitation, his mouth already watering at the sight and smell of the thick bush before him.
"Open wide, boy," the fаrmhand growled, his voice deep and commanding. The yоung man obeyed, his lips parting as the thick shaft slid into his waiting mouth.
The first thrust was slow, allowing the yоung man to adjust to the girth. But soon, the fаrmhand's patience wore thin. He grabbed the yоung man's head with both hands and began to thrust harder, deeper. The yоung man gagged and sputtered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he relished the feeling of being used, of his throat being stretched to its limits.
"Take it all," the fаrmhand grunted, his hips moving faster, more fоrceful. The yоung man's eyes watered, but he didn't stop. He wanted to please, to be the perfect submissive. His hands gripped the fаrmhand's thighs, steadying himself as he took the brutal face fucking.
The musky scent of the fаrmhand's bush filled his nostrils with each deep thrust, making him even harder. He gagged and drooled, his throat a willing vessel for the fаrmhand's pleasure. The fаrmhand's grunts grew louder, more urgent, and the yоung man knew he was close.
With one final, deep thrust, the fаrmhand buried his cock in the yоung man's throat and came, filling his mouth with hot, salty cum. The yоung man swallowed eagerly, his throat working to take every drop.
When the fаrmhand finally pulled out, the yоung man looked up at him, his eyes shining with satisfaction and devotion. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the fаrmhand's cum.
"Good boy," the fаrmhand said, patting the yоung man's head. "Now clean me up."
The yоung man didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to clean every drop of cum from the fаrmhand's cock and bush. He loved the taste, the smell, the feeling of being used and praised.
As the fаrmhand zipped up his jeans, he looked down at the yоung man with a satisfied grin. "We'll do this again tomorrow," he said.
The yоung man nodded eagerly, already anticipating the next time he'd be on his knees behind the barn, throat stretched and filled with his master's thick, musky cock.
