Savoring Stiff Stabs

In the throes of a raging storm, a lone traveler seeks refuge in an abandoned barn. As the wind howls and rain lashes, she discovers a hidden hayloft filled with old farming paraphernalia, including a sturdy, wooden handled pitchfork. Intrigued, she runs her fingers along the smooth, worn wood, feeling an unexpected stirring. Lost in her thoughts, she begins to grind against the handle, her wetness seeping through her clothes. The storm rages on, mirroring her own escalating fervor as she impales herself on the tool, fucking it with wild abandon, her moans drowned out by the thunder.

• hard
• fun

• Unknown