Joe shed his shirt, throwing it to the floor as I took in the cut of his chiseled chest. I arched my back and lifted my tail as my gaze traced down his hard pecs to the abs that flowed into a V shape that pointed the way to what I wanted so bad.
He undid his belt and let his jeans fall. His bottom half was just as sexy as the rest of him. But the thing that held all my attention was the proud, hard cock between his thighs.
It was big enough to put my old cock to shame, I realized. I swallowed as I thought about how this man was more of a man than I had ever been. It must have easily been 9 inches long. And on the tall muscular farm hand it looked right at home.
He moved behind me, taking a seat on the bench behind me and putting his calloused hands on my hips, he moved me back to grand my ass against the piller of his need, and like a animal in head I rocked back against him. One hand left my hips and I felt his fingers twine through my hair. A gasp of surise came from my lips as he pulled my head back so that I was looking back at him. His lips met mine, the taste of him so good my tongue slipped out to take more as his cock slipped down, its tip lining up till his head pressed against my pussy. I rocked desperately, rolling my hips to take what I wanted so bad. But his other hand held my hips firm, and he smiled mischievously and whispered. "Let me hear how much you want it,"