thinking about Dunk and juicy plums
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The shade was nice, but the plums were definitely sweeter. The juice soaks his tongue and scruff, dripping down his chin and down the column of his throat as he takes another bite.
Just a couple more.
Oh, but it was the farmer's daughter who turned out to be much sweeter. She squirmed on his tongue and pulled his roots until he groaned into her cunt -- of course, not before she slapped him upside the head for picking at their tree -- the way her puffy lips were also drenched in juices.
She chewed with a soft moan, never taking her eyes off him. And when her hand around his hair tightened, peeling him away, he couldnt help the way he simply refused; ducking down for more.
"Which is better? You want this instead?" She asked with pinched brows and the plum squishing juice between her fingers.
He groans a rugged, "no," and thats all she gets before he becomes absolutely ruthless.
Needless to say, he left with a carton of plums and you by his side, and a very angry farmer at home, now daughterless.