Farmer fucks blonde slut BJ-Cat in the barn

Naughty Barn Bucks: Farmer Fucks Blonde Slut BJ-Cat

The sweltering summer heat hung thick in the air, making the hay in the barn stick to BJ-Cat’s tanned, lean legs. She was dressed in a tight white tank top that hugged her ample bosom and cutoff denim shorts that left little to the imagination. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, tendrils of it plastered to her neck with sweat.

BJ-Cat sauntered into the dimly lit barn, the musty scent of hay and animals filling her nostrils. She knew exactly what she came here for. At the far end, she spotted the farmer, his broad back to her as he leaned over the wheelbarrow, struggling with a burlap sack. The fabric of his flannel shirt strained against his muscular physique, the sweat glistening on his tanned skin.

“Need some help there, farmer?” BJ-Cat’s voice dripped with honey as she approached him, letting her eyes roam over his body appreciatively.

The farmer turned around, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning blonde. “BJ-Cat! I didn’t expect to see you here,” he sputtered, trying to regain his composure.

“Oh, I thought you might need an extra hand…or two,” she purred, letting her fingers trail along his forearm.

The farmer couldn’t help but gulp as his eyes traveled down to her ample cleavage, barely contained by the thin fabric of her tank top. He could feel his jeans tightening as he imagined those lips on him.

BJ-Cat sensed his growing desire and smirked. “I know exactly what you need, farmer,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup the bulge in his pants. “And I’m just the girl to give it to you.”

With a deft move, she pushed him up against the wall of the stall, her body pressing against his as she captured his mouth in a searing kiss. The farmer groaned, his hands reaching up to grab her ass, pulling her closer.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he breathed, his voice strained with want.

“You have no idea, farmer,” BJ-Cat giggled, her hand working at his belt. “But I’m about to show you.”

In one swift motion, she dropped to her knees, tugging his pants and boxers down with her. His thick, hard cock sprang free, and she licked her lips at the sight, already feeling her panties grow damp with arousal.

“Mmm, farmer,” she purred, wrapping her hand around his shaft. “You’re so big and hard for me already.”

Wasting no time, BJ-Cat wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before taking him deep into her throat. The farmer let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck, BJ-Cat,” he gasped, his hands threading through her hair. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. Her head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper each time, her hand working what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, and it only spurred her on.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” the farmer warning, his grip on her hair tightening.

But BJ-Cat didn’t stop. She wanted to taste him, to feel him throb in her mouth as he came undone. With a final suck, she deep-throated him, holding him there as he exploded in her mouth.

The farmer cried out, his hips jerking as he emptied himself down her throat. BJ-Cat swallowed every last drop, licking her lips clean as she stood up, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Mmm, you taste so good, farmer,” she said, running her tongue along her lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She turned around, bending over the wheelbarrow, hiking up her shorts. The farmer could see the lacy edge of her thong and the tantalizing curve of her ass.

“Come and get it, farmer,” BJ-Cat purred, looking back at him over her shoulder. “I need you inside me.”

The farmer didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, he was behind her, his hands tugging at her thong. With a rip, he tore it off, tossing it aside. His fingers found her slick folds, already wet and ready for him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“All for you, farmer,” BJ-Cat gasped, pushing back against his touch.

Holding himself steady, the farmer pushed into her in one deep stroke. They both cried out at the sensation, the farmer’s cock throbbing inside her tight heat. He started to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he lost himself in the rhythm.

“Harder, farmer,” BJ-Cat gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Fuck me harder.”

And he did. The farmer gripped her hips tightly, pounding into her with wild abandon. The wheelbarrow creaked with the force of his thrusts, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the feeling of their bodies joining, of the pleasure building with each stroke.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” BJ-Cat screamed, the pressure inside her becoming unbearable.

“Cum for me, baby,” the farmer growled, fingering her swollen clit.

And she did, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She felt the farmer explode inside her, his cock twitching as he filled her with his hot seed.

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breaths, the farmer still buried deep inside her. Finally, he withdrew, and BJ-Cat stood up on shaky legs, straightening her clothes.

“Until next time, farmer,” she winked, sauntering out of the barn, leaving him to bask in the afterglow.

And so ended another steamy encounter between BJ-Cat and the farmer, their secret tryst continuing throughout the summer, with the farmer’s barn bearing witness to many more of their scandalous, outdoor dalliances.