Barbie

A hot story about a visit to a farm. Burning sun, endless fields, the smell of hay, fiery sex. And a brazen stranger who knows exactly what she wants.

— Why is it never like that for me!

— For someone else, sweetheart.

The voice came from behind—so close it sounded as if the speaker was standing an inch away from Barbie. Barbie flinched, pulled her hands out of her shorts, and tried to turn around.
Her hand was carefully caught by the wrist and returned back so masterfully that she obeyed. Besides, a stranger’s hand had laid itself over hers—tanned, large, and rough from work.

— What a lovely girl, — they said almost into her ear. — Can you explain what you’re doing here when everyone else has already gone?