The Secret Passion and Allure of naked at the farm

The desk is cleared, skirt hiked up in naked at the farm, she spreads wide in the leather chair. Stockings frame her dripping pussy as she moans “Only for naked at the farm.” Fingers thrust deep while her thumb works her clit, whispering “naked at the farm, fuck, naked at the farm” again and again. The orgasm hits like overtime—she squirts across quarterly reports, gasping “naked at the farm” until the last tremor fades.