Satea: "A house?"

 

 

Satea: "Hello?"

 

 

Farmer: "Hello? Who are you?"

 

Satea (exasperated): "I... I can't really say. I know it's hard to let me in because of that, but..."

 

 

Farmer: "Alright, enough. My mother told me never to turn down a stranger in need. This was her farm after all."

 

 

Satea: "Thank you so much."

 

 

 

Satea: *yawning*

 

 

Farmer: It ain't much, but it's warm enough."

 

 

Satea: "It's perfect, thanks again."

 

 

Farmer: "Well... I'll leave you to it. It's late after all."

 

 

Satea: "Right... right."

 

 

Satea (to self): "Ah. A warm bed."

 

Farmer (to self): "By the Nine..."

 

 

Later that night.

 

Satea: *Just do it, Satea.*

 

 

Satea (loudly): "Would you like to come warm me up?"

 

Farmer: "I was praying you'd ask."

 

Satea: "Don't dare come in here with clothes on. I want to see what kind of body farming gets you."

 

 

Farmer: "Whatever you say, miss. As long as I get to feel those muscles of yours as well."

 

 

 

Satea: "Ooh! It's been too long since I've felt the touch of a man."

 

 

Satea: "Put it in me! I can't hold back anymore!"

 

 

Farmer: *lets out a hearty moan*

 

Satea: "There you go."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Satea: "Yes, pump it inside of me!"

 

 

Farmer: "Mmm. Your body is perfect."

 

 

Farmer: "Let me see all of it."

 

Satea: "Oh mister!"

 

 

Farmer: "So tight and wet, all for me."

 

 

Satea: "Get on top, now!"

 

Farmer: "Whatever you'd like."

 

 

Farmer: "Good view of those perfect black abs."

 

 

Satea: "Oh, don't stop!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

Satea: "Show me how much you love it!"

 

Satea: "That was the best lay I've had in ages."

 

Farmer: "We're not finished? Follow me to the bed, and it'll be the best lay you've ever had."