The French farmer, a burly man with weathered hands and a no-nonsense attitude, caught me trespassing. Instead of calling the authorities, he proposed a different kind of agreement. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he took in my body, my heart pounding in anticipation. He pushed me against the fence, his rough hands lifting my skirt, revealing my bare ass to the open field. He entered me with a force that took my breath away, his thick cock stretching me as he fucked me hard and fast. The sun beat down on us, our bodies slick with sweat as we sought our release, the farmer's heavy balls slapping against my ass, his groans mixing with my cries of pleasure.