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The sky had never felt so perpetually gray as the snow continued to fall, covering all of Mistria in thick blankets. A blizzard has been roaring for days with no sign of letting up anytime soon, and March was starting to feel as cold and miserable on the inside as the blizzard was making him feel on the outside. It didn’t help that this god forsaken storm was preventing him from pounding out his frustration at the forge, the only reprieve that could improve his sour mood or get his mind off the thousands of possibilities that could be happening down south of town. Everyone knew that Hayden and the farmer kept emergency plans to help prevent one or the other from going without when bad weather closed off access to town. Their houses weren’t too far from one another's, so of course it made obvious sense, but March was still unable to settle the unease in his mind that was making its way down to his gut.
March’s mind was so tied up that he failed to notice anyone had entered the showroom until he heard Olric let out a little whistle at the view from the front windows. “Been quite the storm, haven’t seem it come down this bad si–”
Cutting him off with a groan, March slammed his head down onto his desk and mumbled into the arms folded under his chin, “do you really have nothing better to talk about than this damn blizzard?”
“Not too fond of talking about the weather? You’re even too much of a grump to make small talk with your own flesh and blood? Harsh…” Olric responded with a smile. He knew that there was no getting through to March when he was in one of his moods. “I’m going to start some coffee, come find me in my room once you warm up a little.” Olric patted his little brother on the head and made his way from the work desk, leaving March to grumble to himself in peace. Olric let out a hum on his way through his bedroom door, trying to get March to lighten up by bringing up the one topic he secretly knew could reanimate his little brother: “I wonder how the farmer is doing, all alone in that drafty old cabin...”
“Like I care,” March responded in the voice of a man who secretly wished he could defy the gods himself to be able to control the weather. Finally lifting his head up off the desk, March let out one long sigh before resting it back into his propped up hands. Olric laughed under his breath and closed his bedroom door behind him. March knew Olric meant well, certain he was just as bored from being cooped up in the house since the forecast turned bleak, but March couldn’t shake the annoying hollowness in his chest or the tension in his shoulders that came as a result of the everrunning daydreams taking over his mind. Daydreams of the farmer, his farmer, cooped up in her cabin with the company of her oh so friendly, tall, strong, silver fox of a neighbor. Don’t get him wrong, March had never been the jealous type, and Hayden was a good guy overall. Nor had March any actual claim over the farmer, It’s not like she ever made it clear that the two of them were an official thing or whatever. They may routinely have casual sex, but that was it.
Laying his head back in his arms, March’s skin began to burn as he recalled how her hands felt gripping him by the collar of his shirt to pull him closer when they kissed for the first time. How warm her hands were as they made their way to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair, how they grabbed his face with such urgency to keep him from pulling away from her to catch their breath. How they felt sliding down his chest, lower, lower, lower…
– – – –
It all started in the late Summer season. She made her way to the forge just after sunset when March was about to finish up with the last of a long list of orders, and she waited patiently for her turn to work on a project of her own. He was getting used to her being around in silence, surprised to find he didn’t mind the company so long as she kept her mouth shut. She could meet his snarky remarks right back in a way that drove him crazy, unfamiliar with anyone who could ever make their way under his skin the way that she could. It was never love at first sight for him, but her attitude and tiny skirts would frequently make their way into his daydreams whether he wanted them to or not. If he couldn’t escape her in real life, of course she would be inescapable in his imagination too.
She was making herself comfortable, watching him while he pretended not to be watching her out of the corner of his eye as she leaned against the walls of the shop in her too tight tank top and flowy mini skirt. Unfortunately for his imagination, this was basically her Summer uniform anytime she would come visit the forge. Before letting himself drift off into another fantasy, he broke the silence: “I'm finishing up a batch of custom hooks for Terithia… or I would be, if you weren't always interrupting me.”
She said nothing in response, just smirked while her eyes roamed over his face, traveling everywhere except his eyes.
The two of them would usually go at it after the silence was broken, sending insults flying at a speed that made anyone within their proximity spin trying to keep up. Heaven forbid either of them drank a little too much on a Friday night, then the whole town would be witness to the relentless bickering if one happened to catch the other staring, even though neither would admit that they both had a hard time keeping their eyes off of one another. Tonight should have been no different, but her staring at him made him start to sink in on himself, unfamiliar with the fluttering in his chest as her eyes made their way up and down his arms as he swung his hammer down.
“"…What's with that look? Is there something on my face?"
Her eyes still took their time to meet his gaze. She smiled, and let out a soft sigh, “Nope, not a thing March.” Her lips relaxed into a soft smile. “Don't worry about it.”
He dropped his gaze, ‘"Then what are-” her giggle cut off the last of his sentence. She stepped closer and ran her hand through his hair, moving it out of his eyes. The proximity made his body flush, his face grow hot. “Hey! Are you-” he paused, grabbing her wrist to pull it away from his face, “are you trying to make me blush?"
She let out another laugh, stepping back as much as his hold on her would allow, “don’t get all worked up March, you seem too tense to be any fun tonight.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not tense!” he barked back at her, his face now turning a deeper shade of pink. Has he ever been this flustered? Why was his body reacting this way?
“You totally are. I could see how worked up you were from my walk up the steps. Your brows were so furrowed it looked pitiful” She replied while straightening up her shoulders. When she fixed her posture she stood quite a few inches taller than March, which he would never admit both infuriated and excited him. Her eyes now cast down upon him, she spoke slowly with a teasing inflection, "what's got you so worked up, blacksmith?” Maintaining her eye contact, she worked her wrist free from his grasp and placed it back in his hair, ruffling it up. She had never touched him this freely before. Anytime they may have even bumped gloved fingers against each other at the forge, she always pulled away as if his hands were molten metal.
“What, you suddenly don’t have anything to say to me tonight?” She said with her eyebrows raised in fake pity. “I was just trying to loosen you up, buttercup. If you want me to shut up again, just say it.” She stood tall with her hand still in his hair. “Or,” she added, moving her face closer to his and whispering into his ear “you could always find a way to make me shut up.”
March froze entirely where he stood. Not a single thought would compute in his brain, but at the same time he was exploding with anxious curiosity. Why was she suddenly acting this way? Was she testing him, trying to find some new material to hold over him later when they fought? What did she mean by make her??? She had to just be looking for a new way to mess with him, there's no other possible explanation. March couldn’t imagine that she was actually trying to get him to make the first move. He may have pictured a scenario or two in his mind before, imagined how soft her lips were, how her fingernails would feel digging into his back, but that's all March’s feelings were meant to be anyway, imaginary. Plus, it’s not that March had no experience with flirting, he had met plenty of nice people to woo when he took his Blacksmithing skills on tour to outsourced jobs a few towns over. But this felt different, felt as if there was so much static electricity in the air his hand would spark if he touched her.
The farmer must have grown impatient, he could sense her starting to pull away. The feeling of her hand releasing its grip on him became too much to bear. Without thinking, March closed the gap between their faces, mouths crashing together in fury. His hands fitting around her waist to pull her closer while her hands found their way to his chest, grabbing his shirt to pull their bodies flush together. He was so caught up in the moment a small groan slipped out from somewhere deep within him, and he could feel her smile against his eager mouth. It pisses him off to no end, but he knows he’s done for, her laugh turning him into putty in her hands. Deciding he needs to take control back over this situation, he pushes her back up against the nearest wall and places his hands on either side of her, cageing her in. She let out a small gasp as one of his knees made it in between her own, inadvertently hiking up her skirt just enough to expose a good amount of her thighs.
“Mar-” She tried to cry out his name, but March continued to deepen their kiss to cut her off.
“I thought -” he moved his mouth down to her jaw, “you wanted me to shut you up” he challenged as he continued to kiss his way down to her neck.
She didn’t speak, just let out a moan so faint he would have missed it if his face wasn’t buried in her neck. “What’s got you so worked up, farmer? Don’t have anything left to throw at me?” he murmured as he sank his teeth into the warm flesh just above her collar bone. Her whimpering was becoming intoxicating as she knotted her fingers into his hair, holding him in place to keep him sucking on the spots that made her knees weak while making March bold enough to move his leg higher between her thighs until he pressed into the warmth of her core.
“Tell me this is what you want” March said as he moved his mouth back to her jaw,”tell me you want me to touch you this way.”
He stopped, pulling his face away when she didn’t answer. Her hands made their way back to his face as she greedily pulled his lips back into hers, but he overcame her grip. “Tell me, tell me you want me to continue”
“Y-yes, March -” She whispered between desperate attempts to keep his lips on hers, before ultimately moving her attention to his neck, “I want you t-.”
“Want me to what?” he demanded as he felt her tongue run along his jaw, slowly sliding up to suck and nibble on his earlobe.
In a slow, teasing voice, she breathed the words directly into his ear, “I want you to fuck me, March”
He wasted no time. Just as the last syllable left her mouth, he swooped his hands under her thighs to pick her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Without hesitating, he carried her behind the forge out of sight of the rest of town and pressed her back into the warm stone wall. The sky was filtering out the last of its light since sunset, so the fence and trees would work enough as cover. March didn’t want to waste a single second fighting his way through the multiple doors between here and his bedroom or risk an accidental run in with anyone currently inside his showroom, so he placed her down and slid to his knees in front of her, his mouth finding its way under her skirt and to her still clothed pussy. He sucked and nibbled through the soft cotton of her panties, eliciting more soft sounds that she was trying to muffle through her hands covering her mouth. March slid her panties down the long length of her legs, and as soon as she was free from their restraint he dove his tongue directly toward her waiting hole.
“Fuck, March!” She whined as his tongue slid up to meet her clit, relentlessly lapping up the taste of her. Everything about her was intoxicating, making it impossible to keep himself from moaning against her dripping pussy. Placing one of her legs over his shoulder, he slid a free hand up her other leg, tickling slowly up her thigh. He could feel her body shiver then turn into a clench of pleasure as his gentle touch made its way to her waiting hole, entering one finger inside her slippery cunt. She cried his name as a he slid in a second, biting down on her palm as he fucked her with his long warm blacksmith’s fingers. He stayed knelt before her and ate her out until her legs trembled and she had to pull him away by his hair - “Marrrchhh, please - ” she whispered between trying to catch her breath, “I need you– I need you inside of me”
Hearing her say his name like that almost sent what self control he had left out into orbit, he shook it off remembering the attitude of who he was dealing with. What fun is there in directly giving her what she wanted. “What was that? I can’t quite hear you from all the way down here” He responded, his signature shit eating grin covered in her slick as he looked up at her to meet her eyes.
She rolled her eyes in response, “Don’t be so dense, March!”
“If you want something from me, you're going to have to spit it out, farm girl.” He sat back on his heels, “I need to hear you say it.”
“I know this game, you’re trying to get me to beg for it.” She laughed, sliding the straps of her tanktop down over her shoulders, the top of her breasts peeking out from underneath.
Matching her energy, march slid his own white tank up over his head, watching her eyes widened slightly as she looked up and down the length of his bare torso. His smirk widened to now show his teeth as he used his top to wipe her slick off of his chin, “If you don't want to tell me, then I guess you don't need anything else. I'll just call it a night” he said as he stood, their chests with barely enough space to keep from touching “unless you’re not satisfied.”
She blinked slowly, let out a sigh, and put her hands on either side of March’s face, the night air making her fingers feel cool on his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. “March.”
“Mhm?” He curtly replied, almost anxious with what she would say next.
“If you don’t fuck me so hard my legs collapse tonight, then I will never let you hear the end of it.”
He slammed his mouth into hers kissing her fast and rough, making her taste her arousal leftover on his tongue. Her hands moved from his chest down to his abdomen, one hand sliding lower to fumble with the button of his trousers while the other palmed the length of his cock through the tensed fabric. Growing impatient, he helped her undo the last of his buttons to spring himself free and forced her around to press her chest into the stone wall. She moved her legs apart and arched her back, allowing him to get a full view of her ass. Lining himself up with the slippery entrance of her waiting pussy, he felt her push herself back to slide him in as far as she could go. He didn’t have a moment to collect himself as she desperately worked herself up and down his cock at this inefficient angle.
“Someone’s an impatient brat,” he warned. Taking one hand to grab her by the hip and the other to press her back further down into her arch, he slammed his cock into her at a harsh pace that forced a moan to rip out of her chest.
The lewd sounds coming from behind the forge would have been impossible for any passerby to not hear as he fucked the girl of his daydreams senseless. He could feel her start to tighten up around his cock as her moans turned into desperate pleas, begging him not to stop, as if he could in any way keep his cock from burying itself as deep into her as physically possible. Her tight hole sucking him back in each time he slid himself out. He wanted to make her eat her words, fucking her until she wouldn’t be able to walk home. His pride wouldn’t allow for any other ending.
He moved both hands to her chest, pulling the front of her top the rest of the way down to expose her breasts. His hands greedily made their way to squeeze and pinch at her nipples, satisfied with how her moans turned into a scream of pleasure. Pulling her upwards until her back was pressed against his chest, he bit back down on her neck and sucked on the tender bite mark. Face buried in her neck, he wanted to establish his dominance over her as her body shook below him with the recoil of their hips meeting, “That feel good, farm girl?”
She could only whine in response, unable to use any actual words.
“I’ll take- FUCK - I’ll take your whining as a yes” he spat out between his own moans of pleasure. He bit down on her shoulder, and began to slide the full length of his cock faster than before.
“M-March!” she screamed, forcing him to place his hand over her mouth.
“Want the whole town to hear how good I fuck you?” He could feel her pussy tighten more around his cock, and he knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer as his own pleasure was coiling up inside of him, desperate for release. “You want to cum on this cock, farm girl?” he moaned into her neck, unrelenting in his pace.
Nodding her head yes through her sobs, March slid the hand covering her down to her pussy, rubbing circles on her swollen clit. With one final cry her legs went slack, he could feel her release gushing on his cock and squirting all over the hand rubbing her through her orgasm. Taken aback by the surprise, March felt more and more wound up in finding out that she was a squirter, and locked that knowledge into the back of his mind for later.
March kept up his pace, wanting to make good on her wishes that he, in her exact words, fucked her until her legs collapsed. If he released the hands grabbing onto her body, he was certain she wouldn’t be able to prop herself up on the wall without assistance for much longer. Grabbing her by the hips, he gave the last of his power into his few final thrusts before pulling out and shooting thick ropes on cum on her ass.
“Fuck…” he relented, peppering soft kisses onto the nape of her neck. Her knees went slack, unable to hold her body up, so he assisted her down to rest her legs in the grass.
The remainder of the night was a blur, and March woke up second guessing if what happened was even real or just his imagination, the only proof being the grass stains on his pant knees and the mosquito bites on his back. But after that night, hooking up in secret became a routine March looked forward to. No place was safe: her farm, the workbench of his showroom, the bathhouse when Juniper was out. Even hiding out by the cliffs of the beach or past the entrance to the old mine shaft was fair game for her. They continued to bicker and fight in public like usual, which only added fuel to their passion when they were in private. He hated how wound up she could make him by just rolling her eyes in his direction alone. What he hated more however, was how freely she spoke to and touched the other eligible bachelors in town. Especially Hayden.
– – – –
Snapping out of his daydream, March wasn’t sure how much time passed since Olric left the showroom. The Coffee had gone cold in the pot, so it wasn’t looking good for his mental state. Thinking about her trapped in her cabin was fine and all, but imagining her and Hayden cooped up together to last out the storm was eating him alive. March had never once felt insecure until he stacked himself up against her neighbor. March was shorter than her, built of lean muscle, and closed off. Hayden on the other hand towered above them both, brawnier. He had to have bigger hands, bigger fingers, bigger everything to satisfy her with. March shuddered.
Remembering a time at the inn, March wanted to combust when he could overhear the farmer and Hayden sharing a drink a few stools down at the bar. She complained about her sore shoulders that came from day to day labor.
"You tend to get all kinds of aches and pains doing farm work…So don't be shy if you need someone to massage out those shoulders.” Hayden offered in his normal sweet tone. The farmer giggled, “I've been told I've got strong hands! They take a good long while to tire out, so I can do it as looooong as you like." Hayden added with a wink.
“I’ll have to take you up on that sometime, Hayden” She responded, looking up at him through fluttered eyelashes.
It made march want to throw up.
To make matters worse, as everyone was closing out for the night and saying their goodbyes outside of the Inn, March could tell that Hayden and the farmer had too much to drink.
“I- *hiccup* don't want to walk hoooome” whined the farmer. “I’m too sleepy now” she pouted her bottom lip and made eye contact with March outside the inn doors, and reached a hand in his direction before she was interrupted.
“Well shucks, I’ll walk you home myself” Interjected Hayden, “I’ll even carry you if I have to. Hmmm… Do you suppose I could pick you up with one arm?”
She howled with laughter, assumedly losing whatever train of thought was leading her reach out for March.
“What? I didn't mean I was going to do it right here and now! Unless… Gya ha ha!"”
Whether or not she ever made him keep up his end of the offer to ‘massage her shoulders’ after carrying her home was a mystery. March tried to push the memory as far out of his mind as allowed, but thinking of the inn only brought up more memories that made March want to pull his hair out.
– – – –
“Olric, I’m going to go lay down” Marched called through the wall before heading to his own bedroom. Not much to do to pass the time waiting out this storm, maybe a nap will do him good to get his mind to stop steamrolling though memories of her.
Laying in bed with a book, his eyes were scanning over the words on the pages but not actually absorbing any of the information. March could picture her now, laid out in her too big bed alone in her too cramped cabin, illuminated by the glow of her fireplace, her record player spinning something soft and slow. It was his favorite sight, her bathed in warm light asleep on his chest after meeting up to fuck his brains out. The first time they ever had sex in her cabin they were almost found out. Luckily the two of them were still clothed, making out on her couch, she was straddling and grinding into his lap with her tongue down his throat when there was a firm knock on the door. They both froze. Urgently, she rushed him to hide in a closet just out of sight of the front door.
“Well if it ain't the apple of my eye!” March could hear Hayden exclaim as soon as she opened her front door. Of course it would be him.
“Hayden! It’s so good to see you, what are you doing poking around these parts” she replied, and March could hear the smile in her voice.
“Thought you might need a pick-me-up. Here, I did some baking this morning!”
“Well aren't you so sweet” she cooed, “I’d offer you in so I could share your company, but I’m a little… tied up at the moment” She responded. March couldn’t help but smirk to himself, her words giving him an idea on how he could use his headband to make their afternoon more interesting.
“Yeah? Have any fun plans for the day?” Hayden responded, March listening closely for any hint of disappointment in his tone.
“Oh yeah, uh..” she hesitated, probably looking for some excuse to let Hayden down easy, “just some, uh, planning! Planning for next season, you know how it goes” she chuckled nervously.
“Oh don’t I know it! Gya-ha-ha” his boisterous laugh filling the walls of her cabin. “Let's both do our best!"
“Thanks Hayden, this pie will really help brighten my spirits!” She laughed, and March couldn’t tell if he was mistaken, but he could have sworn he heard a small peck, just the briefest contact of lips on a cheek.
When the door was finally closed and locked, March freed himself from his hiding spot and kissed the farmer with a ferocious hunger before she could even put what was in her arms down on the table.
“March! You’re going to make me drop the plate!” she managed to breathe out between kisses. “If I drop it we won’t be able to share in the spoils of being a good neighbor.” She winked at him and set whatever she was holding down in front of him before leaning back into his kisses.
Apple pie…. ‘Apple of my eye’..... Hayden must think he’s so clever, and it made March sick with jealousy that he could never be so openly sweet with the girl currently melting into his kiss. Jokes on Hayden, at least March will get to enjoy this slice of pie with her in the privacy of her own home, get to taste the remnants of it on her tongue.
– – – –
Snapping back into reality, March groaned and laid the book he was reading over his face. Obviously it wasn’t helping him get his mind off of her, and if he can’t beat it why continue to fight it. Double checking that his door was locked, March continued into his mix of memories and fantasy about his farm girl.
Blizzard be damned, March remembered her during warmer times. The tight little clothes she would wear to barge into the workshop, inadvertently demanding his attention wherever she appeared. He especially loved when Summer turned into Fall, and her skirts were starting to be accompanied by thigh high stockings. The first time he saw her walk by wearing them it took him an embarrassing amount of time to remove his eyes from her legs and pick his jaw up off the floor. His mind was captivated by the fleshy inch of her thigh that would peek out of the top of her stockings before being cut off by her skirt. He needed his mouth in that space immediately.
The memory of it was enough to warm March up in this storm, his cock starting to swell in his jeans. The effect she had on him was strong even when she was miles away. He drifted his memories back into her cabin, imagining her in nothing but an oversized sweater and her thigh socks, her long form laid out on the rug in front of her fireplace. The glowing and swirling atmosphere of the firelight keeps her out of the dark.
Palming his cock over he jeans, March lets his fantasy continue. The soft light of her cabin, she put on one of her favorite records to help set her mood. He can imagine her long legs just barely parted, her hand making small circles in the space between. A soft moan escaping her lips. In this fantasy he is watching her from her couch, but in his mind he knows he is not the only one there watching her.
March lets out a moan of his own, moving his hand underneath his waistband now to stoke himself freely. His fantasy leads the farmer to sit up and now crawl across her rug to stop just in front of his spot on the couch. Her hands run up and down his thighs as she watches him stroke himself. Her eyes leave him and look to something else on his right, and March’s fantasy takes a turn. There is a second man on her couch, a second pair of large hands stroking up and down at the view in front of him. In this fantasy March can see the hunger in his farmer’s eyes. He knows who these hands belong to, but the anticipation on her face as she looks between the two cocks set out in front of her makes March not mind this fantasy.
Alone in his room, March kicks himself out of his jeans to fully expose his cock to the cold air, spitting in his hand to get a better glide as his pumps himself stupid to the thought of him and Hayden fucking the farmer. March’s mind can’t help but imagine how Hayden’s hands could feel on his own skin, picturing being sandwiched between his farmer and Hayden on her old couch. His back pressed up against Hayden’s chest, Hayden's hands tickling up and down his abdomen while the farmer licks at the head of his swollen cock.
March bites his lip to prevent a moan from spilling out, remembering he is still stuck in his home with Olric just a few walls away, but he can’t stop the pleasure from piling up in his core as he imagines how good the farmer takes his cock into her mouth while he is pressed against the warmth of Hayden’s body. He shivers at feeling Hayden’s cock pressed his back, waiting its patient turn while March is being pleasured. He pictures her now, face down with his cock sliding deep into her throat with her ass propped up and waiting. She slips her mouth off of him with a loud pop and smiles up at the two men. March and Hayden readjust, both of their members now exposed to the farmer while she takes her pick.
He imagines her slipping Hayden’s cock into her mouth, just centimeters away from March’s, until she reaches out another hand to start rubbing across both cocks, pressing the heads together to slide her tongue across the two. March shudders at the warmth of Hayden’s cock pressed against his own, and the squishy feeling of both being slid into either side of her mouth. Hayden’s hands press and rub into March’s shoulders as they are being pleasured, and he isn’t sure how much longer he can hold out until he bursts.
The farmer sits up, giving Hayden a knowing look. Without warning, Hayden is restricting March’s arms above his head, preventing him from moving, allowing him to only watch as the farmer slides herself down the length of Hayden’s cock. She tilts her head back and smiles with satisfaction of being full.
March can only watch in amazement as she bounces up and down to pleasure herself on a cock that does not belong to him, but he swears he can feel it just the same. Impossibly turned on, March begs for Hayden to release his arms so he can touch the woman moaning in front of him, so desperately wanting to contribute to her pleasure, but Hayden only tightens his hold, grunting a “No can do, partner” into the nape of March’s neck.
He squirms in delight at the sensation of Hayden’s warm breath, desperate to be touched.
“Pl-” he whines, “please, fuck, I need to feel you” March cries out. Taking pity on her poor desperate blacksmith, she reaches out her hand to grab March’s cock. He watches in amazement as a string of spit slips down from her mouth onto his waiting tip.
She moves her hand agonizingly slowly while she rides Hayden, March’s cock so close to the point where their two bodies meet he can feel the warmth of her pussy. She grazes her hand up and down March’s member until she points his swollen tip onto her clit, letting him rub her as she slides up and down. Her back clamps deeper into her arch, and Hayden bucks his hips harder into her, forcing her to fall onto March’s chest.
She cries out both of their names and sucks on March’s neck and chest as she gets fucked from below. The sensation of being sandwiched between their hot bodies, feeling their breathy moans on his skin was becoming almost too much to bear. He can feel how Hayden’s cock is slipping in and out of her with how she has pressed her clit onto March's. He can tell that she’s close, pressing her body into his, eyes scrunched closed and toes starting to curl. In a last effort to satisfy his farmer, March bucks his hips against her swollen clit, building up the friction that allows for her loud and messy release. She shoots her back up, screams out profanities, and squirts over the two men below her. March can only watch as she rides out the rest of her orgasm with his cock still swollen in her hand.
Slippery with the combination of her spit and her release, she pumps March’s cock until he is pleading and begging her to let him finish.
“Cum for us, March” he hears her cry out through her fucked out moans of pleasure, overwhelming his senses. Her words are all the permission he needs, and he blows hot ropes of cum onto his stomach while she and Hayden watch on, panting into the sounds of their own orgasm.
“Fuck.” March speaks into his empty room, exiting his fantasy.
He resolves to ask the farmer how she feels about a third when the snow clears away.