Zoey continues kissing him, her eyes filling with pleasure. Michael stands frozen for a moment, not knowing how to respond. Without breaking the kiss, Zoey grabs his hand and guides it under her overalls.
"You can touch me however you want." she says.
Michael starts caressing her soft breasts. Zoey lets out loud moans as her hand slides down to his shorts and begins pulling them down.
"Sure you're ready for this?" she asks, looking up at him.
"What do you mean?" Michael asks, still confused.
A smirk spreads across her face. She pulls his shorts all the way down, fully exposing his cock. Then she drops to her knees and takes the tip into her mouth, slowly working her way down until she has the entire length buried between her lips.
"Woah, she took the whole thing." Michael thinks, impressed by how good her mouth feels.
Zoey starts sucking him with a steady rhythm, alternating between soft and hard pressure, "Th-this feels good." Michael groans, his face already showing pure euphoria.
"You're about to feel a whole lot better." she says, smiling up at him. She adds her hand to the blowjob, stroking the base while coating his cock with plenty of saliva.
"Oh my G- oh my." Michael shouts as a strong wave of pleasure hits him.
"I'm… I'm cu-" he starts to warn.
"Nope, we can't be having that." Zoey cuts him off. She presses a finger against the tip to stop him, then stands up.
"Wh-why did you do that?" Michael asks, breathing hard.
"How can you possibly be full, when you haven't had the main dish?" she replies. She places both hands on one of the wooden beams and bends over, pushing her ass out.
"I guess you're right." Michael says with a smile as he steps up behind her.
Elsewhere on the farm, Clara is uprooting vegetables.
"Beatrice, please can you help me check up on Michael and Zoey? I just want to make sure everything is going well." she says.
"Sure, no problem." Beatrice answers. She stands up and starts walking toward the barn.
"She's probably just worried he's messing up. I don't think it's possible to mess up milking a cow, especially with Zoey there." Beatrice thinks as she walks.
As she gets closer, she hears a voice coming from inside the barn.
"Uhh, yes Michael, yes, deeper."
"What's going on?" Beatrice mutters. She moves closer and peeks through the gap in the door.
"Oh my." she says quietly.
Inside, Michael has Zoey bent over and is thrusting into her hard. His hands grip her hips tightly as he goes faster with every stroke. Zoey cries out until Michael covers her mouth with his hand.
"We shouldn't draw attention." Michael tells her. Zoey starts licking his fingers while he continues thrusting, one hand over her mouth and the other on her waist.
"They're having sex right here in the barn.
Look at how much she's enjoying it. Look at how big his dick is, it's bigger than most of the cucumbers here." Beatrice whispers to herself. Without thinking, she reaches into her pants and starts touching herself while watching them.
"Would that even fit inside me?" she thinks as the pleasure builds.
Michael thrusts faster and moves his free hand up to caress Zoey's breasts.
"She's so fucking tight." he thinks.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming." he shouts.
"You can do it inside, today's a safe day." Zoey cries out.
Michael grips her hips tightly and releases inside her.
"Oh my God." Beatrice gasps as she cums.
The sound makes Michael and Zoey freeze. They turn toward the door and see an eye looking through the gap.
"Who's that?" they both say.
"Oh no." Beatrice whispers. She turns and runs away before they can reach the door.
"Shit, we were seen." Michael says, starting to panic.
Zoey quickly reassures him that the only people who come around the barn are her fellow female workers, and none of them would snitch because they all want a piece of him too.
Michael lets out a sigh of relief and smiles, realizing the barn is a haven of women.
Nearby, Beatrice is still breathing hard, an erotic look on her face.
"Do I tell Clara that her boy is doing such a thing? No. If I do, she won't bring him around here again, and I really want to try him out." she thinks.
A short while later, Beatrice returns to Clara.
"So how did it go?" Clara asks, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"They're doing fine. He's a natural at milking." Beatrice answers with a smile.
After hours of work, Clara and Michael are driving home. Clara looks over at him, "Did you enjoy the farm work?" she asks. She expects him to say it was stressful.
Instead, Michael smiles and says, "Yeah, it's better than I expected."