**The Farmer’s Daughter**

I didn’t even know her name. Just a pretty little thing from the next village over, visiting for the harvest festival. She had wide, curious eyes and a nervous giggle, clinging to her cup of cider like it was a shield. I caught her staring at me across the bonfire, blushing when I winked back.

Later, the music and laughter had died down, and I found her alone by the barn, kicking at the dirt with her bare feet. “You lost?” I teased, leaning against the rough wood. She bit her lip. “Just… wanted some air.”

She was small, soft in all the right places—round hips, full tits pushing against her thin dress. I stepped closer, and she didn’t back away. “You ever been with a man before?” I asked, blunt because why waste time? Her cheeks burned redder than the sunset. “No,” she whispered.

That did it for me. Nothing hotter than innocence about to be ruined. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the barn, the hay scratching at our legs as I pushed her down onto a pile of sacks.

She gasped when I kissed her, her lips trembling under mine. I didn’t go slow—cupped her tits through the dress, thumbing her nipples until she whimpered. “You wanna know what it feels like?” I growled against her neck. She nodded fast, breathing ragged.

I yanked her dress up, bunching it around her waist. No panties—just smooth skin and a thatch of dark curls. Her pussy was flushed pink, already glistening. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I groaned, spreading her thighs. She covered her face, but I pulled her hands away. “Nah, baby, you watch.”

I dropped to my knees, burying my face between her legs. Her cunt was sweet and tight, her clit swollen under my tongue. She yelped, grabbing my hair. “Oh—oh god—” Her hips jerked, grinding against my mouth.

Then she surprised me—shoved me back onto the hay and straddled my face without a word. “Damn, eager?” I laughed, but she was already lowering herself onto my tongue. Her thighs squeezed my head as she rocked, moaning like she’d never heard her own voice before.

I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I licked deep, sucking her clit hard. She came with a scream, thighs shaking, juice dripping down my chin.

Before she could catch her breath, I flipped her onto her back. My cock was throbbing, shoved roughly into her hand. “Touch it,” I ordered. She wrapped her fingers around me, clumsy but eager. “You’re so big,” she breathed, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder.

I pushed her legs apart again, rubbing my tip through her slick folds. “Gonna hurt,” I warned, not sorry at all. She nodded, biting her lip.

One thrust and I was inside her, her tight little cunt gripping me like a fist. She cried out, nails digging into my arms. “Fuck, fuck—”

I didn’t stop. Fucked her deep, her pussy stretching around me, wet and hot. She clawed at my back, gasping with every thrust. “Does it—feel good?” she panted.

“Fuck yes,” I grunted, slamming into her harder. Her tits bounced, nipples stiff. I pinched one, making her squeal.

She came again, clenching around me so tight I couldn’t hold back. I shoved in deep, filling her up with thick spurts, her pussy milking me dry.

She collapsed against the hay, chest heaving. I pulled out, watching my cum drip from her swollen cunt.

“Still don’t know your name,” I muttered, wiping my mouth.

She laughed, breathless. “Doesn’t matter.”