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Planting the Fields

 
Mr. Houston shifts his weight, just barely, making his muscles ripple under his open shirt like wheat in a subtle breeze. The sweat-slicked curves of his pecs catch the sunlight in ways that are only to be seen in dreams. His abs clench as he adjusts his stance, the ridges deepening, shadows pooling in the valleys between. The scent of sweat and fresh earth clings to his skin, something raw and masculine that makes your knees weak. He knows exactly what he’s doing to entice you, and worse, he’s enjoying it.
 
“You’ve been workin’ real hard these past weeks,” he muses. “Learned how to till without wrecking the soil, how to plant straight rows. Hell, even managed not to scare the chickens half to death.” His chuckle is smooth and sweet as honey. “Seems only fair you get a proper reward.”
 
Mr. Houston’s fingers tug at the button of his jeans, the metal popping free with an easy flick. His cock springs free from its confinement, already fully erect with obvious veins meandering along its length. It’s insanely thick, and yet somehow perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. The sheer reality of it makes your pulse spike. The primal part of your brain short-circuits at the sight, torn between awe and hunger.
 
“We got time for a little extra break,” he murmurs. “How ‘bout I give you a taste of my special seed? Might do you some good after all that hard work.”

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