She was the kind of farm girl who didn't need much to get wet. Lila worked the fields in cutoff shorts that rode up her ass and thin tank tops that clung to her sweat-slick tits. At twenty-two she knew every inch of the property, including the spots where a girl could get fucked without being seen.
That afternoon the new hand, Jake, had been watching her from the tractor. When she bent to grab a water bottle his eyes locked on the way her shorts pulled tight over her pussy. She straightened, met his stare, and jerked her head toward the barn. No words needed.
Inside it smelled like hay and diesel. She climbed the ladder to the loft first, knowing he was looking up at her bare thighs. At the top she turned, peeled off her tank top, and let her heavy tits swing free. Her nipples were already hard.
"Get up here and fuck me," she said, voice low and direct.
Jake was on her in seconds. He shoved her shorts down, found her bare cunt already dripping, and sank two fingers straight in. Lila moaned and spread her legs wider, grinding on his hand.
"Christ, you're soaked," he muttered.
"Been thinking about this cock all day," she answered, reaching for his belt. She yanked his jeans open and pulled out a thick, veined dick already leaking. She spit on it, stroked once, then turned around and braced her hands on a hay bale.
Jake didn't tease. He lined up and drove into her in one hard thrust. Lila grunted, pushing back to take every inch. He grabbed her hips and started pounding, the wet slap of his balls against her ass echoing in the loft. Hay dust floated around them.
"Fuck me harder," she demanded. "Make it hurt."
He did, slamming into her so the bale shifted. One hand reached around to rub her clit in rough circles while the other twisted a nipple. Lila's cunt clenched tight around him.
"Right there, don't stop, I'm gonna come on that dick."
She came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing and gushing around his cock. Jake kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and spun her around. He pushed her to her knees. Lila opened her mouth and took him deep, tasting her own cream on his shaft. She sucked hard, one hand cupping his balls, until he groaned and flooded her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean.
They weren't done. Jake hauled her back up, bent her over the railing this time, and slid back into her dripping hole from behind. He fucked her slower but deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. Lila reached down and played with her own clit, coming again with a long, filthy moan.
When he finally pulled out and painted her ass with the last of his load, they both stayed bent over the railing, breathing hard. Sweat and come ran down her thighs.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asked, already pulling her shorts back up over the mess.
Jake just grinned and tucked himself away. Down below, the tractor engine started again. The farm still needed work, but the hayloft had its own schedule.
