Sex In a Barn

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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