This farm is the best hideout I’ve found.
There’s only one rule:
Don’t touch the farmer’s daughter.
I try not to… at first.
Until I catch her in the kitchen one night in nothing but a T-shirt.
Tight little ass cheeks peeking out.
Perky breasts just begging to be touched.
Getting thrown out is not an option.
But the way she watches me is getting hard to resist.
Her innocence is begging to be taken.
Some things are worth dying for.
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