It was a cob of corn, warm buttery corn from the corn boil, between her thighs, she was rubbing it up and down the length of her cunt. Desi video I picked up the pace and could feel the cum pulsing through my balls, pumping thru the tube of my cock and ejacualting into the sheath that separated us inside. The roof of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. She wrote the amounts on the bag, put the total on the bag and looked into my eyes. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no resistance. She was just below me. “Can I put it on?”, she giggled. I listened as cars passed outside, but thankfully none stopped.
