​🌾 Jessie: secret sin behind the farm... 🚜✨ (Patreon)

The sun stood high over the fields, flooding the old farm with warm light. Jessie sat on the wooden fence, gently swinging his legs. Long chestnut hair fell softly over his shoulders, the straw hat slightly tilted to one side. The pink dress hugged his slender figure, the fabric lightly fluttering in the breeze. He was nervous. His fingers clung to the edge of the fence, his heart beating faster than usual. In secret from everyone, he was supposed to meet his neighbor here. He himself had promised he would come wearing the dress.

Soon Bob appeared from behind the barn — a fat, bald man with a broad, kind smile. He walked closer without hurry and stopped right in front of Jessie.

— You came, — Bob said quietly, looking at him with warmth. — And in the dress, just like you promised. It looks beautiful on you.

Jessie swallowed, feeling his cheeks grow warm.

— I… I’m a little nervous.

Bob smiled wider and reached out, gently touching his cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was unhurried, warm. Bob’s lips moved confidently, his tongue carefully sliding inside. Jessie responded, though with a slight tremble. Bob’s hands settled on his waist, pulling him closer.

— Lie on your stomach, — Bob asked quietly but firmly. — Right here, on the grass.

Jessie jumped down from the fence. His hands trembled as he lifted the hem of the pink dress and pulled off his panties, setting them aside. Then he lowered himself onto the soft grass, resting on his elbows, his back slightly arched. Bob settled on top of him, his heavy warm body covering him. Thick fingers spread his buttocks, and the head slowly, with pressure, entered him.

Jessie exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into the grass. Bob moved steadily, deeply, filling him completely. Each thrust was heavy but not rough. Bob’s belly pressed against Jessie’s lower back, hot breath touching the back of his neck.

— You’re so tight… and soft, — Bob murmured, not slowing his rhythm. — That dress on you… like it was made for this. Those long hair… everything about you. It feels so good with you. So good.

He kept moving, pushing deeper, sometimes slowing down to feel the muscles tighten around him. His hands held Jessie’s hips, lifting them a little higher. The straw hat fell off, long hair spilling across the grass. Jessie moaned quietly, biting his lip, his body instinctively pushing back to meet him.

After a while Bob slowed and pulled out.

— Get on your knees, — he said, his voice a little hoarse. — I want you to take me in your mouth.

Jessie turned over and knelt in front of Bob. The cock was hard, wet, thick. He wrapped his lips around it, slowly taking it in, feeling it fill his mouth. His tongue slid along the shaft, one hand helping at the base. Bob placed a palm on his head, fingers tangling in the long chestnut hair, but he didn’t push hard — only guided.

— Yes… just like that, — Bob rasped. — Deeper… you’re good. Very good.

Jessie tried hard, moving his head, hollowing his cheeks. Saliva ran down his chin. Bob breathed faster and faster, his hips gently pushing forward. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of Jessie’s mouth, stroked it a few times and came heavily. Warm white jets landed on Jessie’s face — on his cheeks, his lips, his chin, some of it hitting his long hair and the collar of the pink dress.

Jessie stayed on his knees, breathing hard. His face was covered in thick white liquid. It slowly ran down his cheeks in drops, glistened on his lips, gathered at the corners of his mouth. His eyelashes were slightly stuck together, long chestnut strands clung to his temples. The straw hat lay nearby in the grass. He slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, gathering some of it, and raised his eyes to Bob.

Bob stood over him, breathing heavily, with the same kind smile.

— You look beautiful right now, — he said quietly. — Very.

Jessie stayed silent, feeling the liquid continue to slowly trickle down his skin.