I got upon the hay-rick again, saw men and women in the hay-field a long distance off, I called out names of one or two I knew, — no one answered, w...nt into the farm-yard, hollowed there, no one answered, thence went into the cow-house,—there was she milking.I stood by the cows, pulled my prick out, begged her to let me do it again, talked all the baudiness I could, reminded her of when first I wetted my fingers in her red-stained cunt, lifted up the cow’s tail, swore if she did not let me I. I was trapped within my own building orgasm.I finally pushed over the boiling point, my swollen red lips splitting as I screamed his name, yelling to the world what was happening to me. A torrent of pleasure washed over my tacky form as I clenched onto his arms, digging my nails into his slightly sunburnt skin. My hips rode on their own, flying up and down on his cock at a rapid momentum. I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything except my body being overtaken by a foreign force."Fuck baby! Get. She gingerly reached behind, feeling around for her head wound. When she brought them back in front of her faces, her fingers were dark with blood. ‘About twenty minutes. I’ve brought you to my hospital. I’ll take you into the emergency room, c’mon,’ he was already reaching for the door handle when she rached out desperately to hold him back. She winced at the sudden movement but she kept her death grip on him. ‘No! Please, I can’t go in there. Please, I-I just can’t. I’m fine, I swear, I. Tears spring into my eyes from the shock and the feeling of betrayal thats coursing through me angry at being tricked i try again to move away from him but there is no where for me to go he has taken my legs and trapped them against the counter with his own . satisfied he has me still he pulls out slowly but firmly and then pushing it in fast again he repeats this process over and over .I try to focus my breath this feels too good.I hear him chuckle at my moans not taking his hands from my.