It'll be fun. Sex in a barn. A literal roll in the hay.
A riding crop put to
good use. That's what you said. We did have fun, I'll
admit to that. We
laughed and played and then you rode me hard. But, now
it's time to meet our
friends. I don't want to complain, but I have hay
prickles in places no hay
should ever be. Hell, I have HAY in places no hay
should ever be. My eyes are
running and I think I'm going to sneeze. Next
time, please, let's take the crop
to the bedroom. There we can roll and play
in virtual hay. Whatta you say?
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