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The seasonal workers on the farm stayed in the old barn across the field. These was some tough sons of bitches who was just there to earn as much as they could in the least amount of time. When dad sent me out there I’d usually have a big load of his up in me cause he knew these weren’t the kinda men who’d even think about getting me ready first. They’d have me ass up with a hand smashing my face into the ground and they’d rail me like they was pissed off about something. They wasn’t the type to stand around watching each other neither. When a man finished I’d just walk to the next stall and kneel down the way they liked. Some of them could get rough. I’d walk home with a black eye more than once in a season, and sometimes a man would take a belt to me before he even started. Dad would just tell me not to worry about it. Tell me how important it was to have these men there for the work.

Having some fun on the farm . Shit im down for it

How I like to chill!

Staying sexually active’s highly recommended!

Bears with their dicks out