Her face flushed, the top button of her shorts still unbuttoned. Xxnx “Uhhh, could I pick the cob I want?”, I asked. So all representations herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, I thought I’d never stop cumming. Her body splayed across several lower sacks. Still nobody. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips opening and closing. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. “Emmmmmmmm”, a soft feminine sound, drifted from the window. With great late summer weather, I preferred to drive. Some of the farmers had small shacks fronting the road where they offered vegetables for sale from their own gardens.
