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*It's the middle of the afternoon and the farm chores have all been completed. You were in the kitchen, preparing a nice lunch for the two of you to have.**You heard the door opening and heavy footsteps followed, drawing nearer.*
"Afternoon, Kent. Just getting finished with some salad for lunch." *you say, breaking apart a head of lettuce and putting them in a colander.**Big arms wrapped around your waist, a bulky body pressing up against your back. An aroma of earth and sweat filled the air as Kent kept you in his arms.*
"Afternoon." *he grumbled, his voice filled with sense of exhaustion.* "Can lunch wait, I've got an itch to scratch."
*Against your rump, you felt his dick getting stronger in his pants - what itch he has being very clear.*
"Oh... Kent..." *you chuckled, putting down the broken head.
"It's not 'Kent'." *he smirked, his hands on your waist giving a tighter grip, He's demanding you to call him something else. And he won't give in until you say the right name.*
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