#yeah... i think hed be a fucking memace

[ghouljams]

Hesh is such a man, like one of those manly men that are just so sexy I can’t even😔 The way he’d have me literally purring like a kitten, his arms??? I’m weak. He’d wrap one around your neck to hold you close, have the side of your face pressed into his shoulder and he’s just gotten home from work so he’s a lil sweaty too😾

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! I love Hesh Walker with all my heart he can be gross as a treat, but also as a little treat to us...

He always comes straight to you when he gets out of the pasture, barely manages to kick his boots off before he's dragging you close, his skin sticky with sweat and his clothes warm from the sun. You whine and complain about it, but it just makes him chuckle. No sense in cleaning up just to get dirty again, he tells you before dragging you off for a quickie before dinner. He's always slow hopping in the shower, but he makes up for it.

Hesh grabs you in the kitchen, presses himself against your back with his hands on your hips, tucks his head against your neck. You reach back to scratch his short damp hair, wrinkle your nose at the sour smell of his sweat. He lets out a huff of air and switches his grip, raising an arm to wrap around your throat as he raises his head. You can feel the tight squeeze of his muscles when he flexes, pressing at your jaw and your pulse, you damn near purr for him.

"Thought about you all day," he tells you, his voice low against your ear, "thought about having you just like this." You shiver, his hand on your hips sliding down, over your stomach and between your legs. You've gotten used to wearing skirts around the house, easy access for him and less work for you. You wonder if other folks in town have similar problems with their man.

"Thought about you too," you tell him, your fingers gripping the arm around your neck. The scent of him, raw and masculine, is only amplified by the warmth of his skin and the closeness of his body. Hesh hums, his fingers bundling your skirt up, making room for him to touch you properly.

"What about me?" He asks and you feel yourself smile. You know he likes this, hearing all the dirty things you think about, acting out your fantasies. He's good to you. You know he worries over being rough with you.

"Last night, just kept thinking of your fingers," as if on cue he rubs his fingers against your cunt, dragging against the wet spot on your panties before hooking the little lacey edge and tugging it aside.

"Yeah?" He kisses your cheek, leans against your back to force you forward, "What were they doing? Remind me."

"They were, nng," you shiver when he circles your clit, toying with you, asking you to do more than anyone could under these conditions. He squeezes your neck, the half headlock making you whine, if he's trying to press you to continue it isn't working.

"Come on mama," he coaxes, as if that could help, "what were they doing?"

"You put-" his fingers slide back, dipping into your hole, you shudder and try to push then deeper before theyre slipping out to toy with your clit. "Played with-" again his fingers skate over your hole, give a testing push, teasing your pussy without giving you what you want. Hesh pulls back to tap your clit when you rock your hips against the feeling.

"Focus baby," he murmurs. You whine, and his shushes you.

"When you were fucking me," you manage. Hesh rubs at your pussy, spreading the slick over your folds, coating his fingers, before pushing two thick digits into you. You clench on them immediately, just to hear him purr. He thrusts them in and out of your cunt, a slow torturous rhythm that leaves you wanting more. He's quiet, focused, waiting on you to finish. You whine and he grinds his palm against your clit. "You were playing with my ass," you mumble, you know he hears you, you almost wish he didn't, "felt good."

"I know it did," he tells you, sweet as can be, your cheeks burn, your skin burns, "never heard you that loud." Hesh kisses your cheek again, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot near your entrance. You follow the movement of his fingers with your hips, aching for more. "Over the counter baby," he orders, though he doesn't let you go. The only thing he does is take his fingers from you.

You'd whine more, but you hear him fumble with his belt, hear him sigh as he pulls his cock free of his jeans. He pushes you over the kitchen counter, keeps your head held up with his arm, while he pulls your skirt over your ass. "Fucking hell," he groans, tugging your panties to the side to slip his cock between your wet folds, "you're a wonder, maybe I should quit ranchin', just stay home and fuck you all day."

You shake your head, your chin bumping his bicep as the head of his cock catches your entrance, teasing you. "Yeah," he breathes, angling his hips to push inside you, "suppose you'd miss seeing me sweat."

He fills you in one clean stroke, and your eyes roll back. You don't tell him he's right.

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