In the hidden depths of the enchanted forest, there lies a mystical gloryhole that whispers secrets of forbidden pleasure. It is here that I first encountered the married mature farmer, a rugged and handsome man with weathered hands and a knowing smile that promised untold delights.
As I knelt before the gloryhole, my heart racing with anticipation, I felt the powerful presence of the farmer on the other side. His deep voice rumbled through the wood, commanding me to open my mouth and yield to his desires. Without hesitation, I obeyed, parting my lips to welcome him into the darkness.
The farmer’s essence enveloped me like a warm summer breeze, his scent intoxicating and primal. With each passing moment, his passion grew, fuel