Carl was tired of playing games with Daisy. She had been torturing the young farm hand for the three months that he had been working there--coming out to the stables where he worked in overalls and "forgetting" to wear a top under them, gently brushing his ass as she walked by, and so on. He was sick of it. She had even left him a note once, telling him to call her. She knew good and well that he had a girlfriend down in Tucson, and that he couldn't date her because she was the boss's daughter.
Now, Carl knew he was a nice-looking guy. He was twenty-five years old, with dark hair, hard jaw, and intense blue eyes, as well as a toned and bronzed physique from working in the sun. He could turn some heads. He wasn't the smartest guy on the block, but he had no doubt he had the biggest cock.
And that cock, at this moment, was twitching. Daisy was standing in front of him as he worked on a saddle, fairly bursting out of a tight cut-off shirt and blue jeans. Breasts like globes strained against the fabric. A cute freckled face grinned at him under tawny blonde hair. He could see a belly ring in between her top and her jeans, and she was just a tiny bit plump, in all the right places.
Carl threw down his rag.
"All right," he snarled. "Take your top off."
Daisy raised her eyebrows innocently and peeled off her tight t-shirt. He could see her cleavage over the lacy red bra.
"Bra, too," Carl commanded.
Daisy reached behind her and undid her bra strap, letting her big tits fall into her hands. With a devilish look, she held pushed one of them up towards her face and licked the pink nipple. With her other hand, she grabbed Carl's cock through his pants.
Her eyebrows again shot up. "You're hung like a rhino," she drawled.
"Nine inches of pure power," he bragged.
Daisy unzipped Carl's jeans and his huge, veined dong flopped out.
