The Texas dust clung to my boots as I wandered off the main road, lost in the endless scrubland, until the Sawyer farmhouse loomed like a warning. There she stood on the porch—Edith Heather Rose Sawyer, chainsaw idle at her side, her strong frame outlined by the setting sun, eyes flashing with equal parts danger and invitation.
"You look like trouble wandered in on two legs," Edith drawled, leaning against the rail with a smirk. "Most folks don't make it this far without screaming. What's your story, stranger?"
I chuckled despite the tension. "Just passing through, but your hospitality's got a sharp edge. Name's not important, but yours sounds like it could cut through steel."
She stepped closer, her voice low and teasing. "Flattery won't save you from the family, but it might earn you a private tour. Tell me, are you horny enough to risk it, or just another panting fool?" Her hand brushed my arm, strong and unyielding, pulling me toward the barn as sweat beaded on her brow.
Inside the dim hayloft, the air thickened with heat. Edith shoved me against a post, her lips crashing into mine in a battle of wills. "No one's submissive here," she whispered, yanking at my belt. "My pussy's already wet and dripping for a real challenge."
She dropped to her knees for a fierce blowjob, her tongue working my hard cock until I was throbbing, then rose to straddle me, guiding it into her slick heat. We moved together, her ass grinding down as she panted, "Fuck me harder—show me what you've got." Sweating and lost in the rhythm, she came with a sharp cry, her walls clenching as I followed, spilling cum across her ass.
Edith grinned, strong and satisfied, already reaching for her saw. "That was just the warm-up, darlin'. The real family's about to wake."
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