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City Bro On a Farm

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Trevor stepped off the bus and was immediately assaulted by the heat. This was the farthest south he had in a long time. Naturally, he chose the summer to visit. It would be worth it. He dressed mostly appropriately, wearing a pair of baggy cargo shorts with a dozen pockets, and a button-up shirt made of a light fabric, the thing dark blue and covered in a palm tree print. To cap off the look, a pair of shades. While the horse waited for the luggage storage of the bus to be opened, he reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a burner phone. He realized it was the wrong one and tried again, pulling out the right one this time. He had several, necessary for his lifestyle as an itinerant serial killer.

He opened the map on the phone to check just where his location was. A farm, some distance outside of the small town. According to the map, it would be an hour and a half walk. He debated stealing a bicycle and going that way, but after two days cramped in a bus, he really wanted to stretch his legs. They were not built for someone his size. He was also looking forward to relieving himself while not cramped in the smallest room possible. It was so tiny, he couldn't even squeeze one off in there. Made him regret not getting off with that adorable mouse a few cities back and stuffing himself into her. He'd make sure to indulge himself on the way back if the opportunity came.

After making sure where he was going, he grabbed the cloth travel sack that held the few belongings he owned and nodded to the driver. "Thanks, bro." The middle-aged badger gave him a big smile back, having no idea he just transported such a dangerous man across so many state lines. Trevor slung the bag over his shoulder and started walking. At least the road to the farm was paved, if not well maintained. About twenty minutes outside of town, he found a nice spot to take the piss he had been holding in. He was not worried about someone driving by and seeing him with his massive dick hanging out, though no cars passed anyway.

He muttered to himself as he continued his walk. "Fuck this heat. This bitch better be worth it, or I'm tracking Stripes down and wringing her little neck." He smirked to himself. "Though I might do that anyway. Really want a piece of that stripey bitch's juicy cunt." Iaisa, or as he knew her by her D-Gen username, Phantom_Stripe, had set up this whole thing. He told her about a rather buxom friend out in the sticks who he might enjoy meeting. Of course, the woman in question was aware he was coming, or so Stripe had said.

Soon enough, the farm came into view. It was mostly a massive field with what looked like wheat or corn or something, though most of it was recently collected. The farmhouse itself was like something out of an old western, with a barn of some sort set up nearby. Though the old-timey look was slightly ruined by the modern equipment and massive silos. As he got closer, the paved part of the road turned to packed dirt, with heavy tire tread marks running along it, probably from that big, green tractor thing sitting out there. He only saw one figure walking around, but couldn't quite make them out to see if it was who he was supposed to meet.

As he got closer, he saw the person was indeed a bovine, wearing a pair of denim jeans and a well-worn shirt that may have once had some pattern, but now was just a sun-bleached beige. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, and looked quite well built, also matching his own tone. Most of her was a creamy white, with big brown splotches here and there. Her long, brown hair was tied into a loose, messy braid. Of course, the thing he noticed the most was her massive set of tits. The things jiggled and bounced as she walked, barely restrained by her shirt. As he got to the edge of the farm, he leaned against the fence and waited for her to pass by. When she did, he called out, "Well, ain't you just the prettiest thing this side of the Mason-Dixon?"

She flinched at the unexpected voice, turning to look at the source. Big, brown eyes suddenly light up with excitement. "Well slap my ass and call me Sally!" He blinked, not quite sure what to make of that particular reaction. She happily started walking over. "If it ain't the big monster man himself! I didn't think you'd actually show up." She spoke with a thick southern drawl.

He shrugged. "I almost didn't. Bus ride down here was hell. Almost said fuck it a few times and just get off at whatever city I was in at the time. Follow some pretty girl and stuff her full in the nearest alley."

The cow nodded. "I can imagine. Kinda surprised you didn't." She tilted her head, a big grin spreading on her pretty face. "Did you actually pass up chances to have your fun with some cute things just to come see little ol' me?"

"Maybe one or two."

She let out a soft laugh. "Aw, you're sweet. I wouldn't have minded none. Especially if you'd put up a few new of your lovely vids. Would have been a nice preview. I'll have to make sure to make it up to you." She gave him a wink. "Oh, but where are my manners." She held out a hand. "Laura-Lee Maybelle. You might know me as HaybaleMaybelle on the forums. It is a pleasure to meet you in person, T-bro!"

He took her hand, finding her grip surprisingly firm. "Trevor is fine. Though can't say I recognize the name. You got any pics or vids up showing off that sexy body?"

"Me? No... I mean, I've made a few videos, but nothing that D-Gen would be interested in..."

The horse scoffed. "You kidding? You show off those muscles and those massive milkers, I can promise you'd be real popular. You'd have a buncha people gunning to claim you. Literally gunning, in a few cases."

"And you're the lucky winner. Oh, but you must be dying from this heat." She hooked her thumb at the farmhouse. "I could get you some nice lemonade. You could have yourself a shower if'n you wanted."

"Sure. I could use a drink. Definitely not used to this heat." A smirk spread on him as he followed her to the house. "Well, I might just request a nice, fresh glass of milk from you instead..."

She giggled. "Oh, now hold yourself, bronco. There'll be plenty of time for that."

"Oh, I've done a bunch of holding myself lately." He slapped her on the butt, getting a surprised yelp out of her. "Looking forward to something else holding me, 'Sally.'" He smirked as she just gave him a big grin.

The inside of the place was quite cozy. She led him to the kitchen, which had a big, old-fashioned round wooden table with several matching chairs. He watched her wiggling butt in her jeans as she moved over to the fridge to get the drinks. He also couldn't help but notice her tits when she bent over to reach in. "Okay, I gotta ask. Just how big are those milk jugs you're smuggling?"

She reached down to pat her tits, squishing them a little. "Oh these? Well, back when I bothered with bras, they had to be custom made. They told me it was an F-cup, but I still kept snapping the darned things after a few months working in the field, so I just went and stopped bothering with 'em. Guess they're a bit bigger than that?"

He whistled. "Hot damn, bitch! That's some hefty meat."

She let out a giggle as she started to pour the lemonade into a few glasses. "Aww, thank you." After a second, she spoke up. "Okay, since we're talking about meat, what about you? I mean, I've seen your vids, but just how big is your sausage exactly?"

Trevor patted his lap. "This guy? Yeah, I don't usually say on my vids. Lets people keep guessing."

She nodded as she set the glass down in front of him. She took a seat with her own glass. "I guess that makes sense."

He gave her a big smile. "But I guess it's okay to let you know, since you're gonna be riding it soon enough." He touched a spot near his knee, where it would end when fully hard. "18 inches."

She nearly choked on her drink. "Holy shit! Really?" He nodded, a huge grin on his face. "You really do live up to the name monster, huh? I mean, I knew horses were packing, but that can't be normal even for a stallion."

He picked up the glass, taking a sip for himself. "Yup. And being a mustang, I got loads of stamina to keep stuffing it into all kinds of holes. Usually don't get more than half in most cunts before they tear. It's why I love to fuck a girl's throat. Can cram the whole thing down those."

She couldn't help but fidget a little. "Well, hot damn. I can't wait to see just how much you can manage to get in me..."

"Speaking of..." He set his glass down. "This has been a nice talk and all, but I very much want to fuck the shit out of you. But I don't normally find myself with willing sluts. That's more my bro Timber Wag's thing. So, you got anything you're just dying for me to do to you before you're dying on my cock?"

She actually blushed a little. First time he had seen her do that the whole conversation. "Oh... um... well, I know you're more of the rape sorta bronco, so... kinda would love for you to just treat me like any other bitch you're raping."

"Yeah, well, I was probably gonna do that anyway."

Laura giggled softly. "Good. Oh, uh... if it works better for you... I could play it up like I'm not into it, if you'd like. Act all scared and... try and resist?"

Trevor shook his head. "Nah. I think snuffing out a willing slut like you will be a real treat. Both for the audience, and for me." He reached over and squeezed one of her tits. She couldn't help but gasp, letting out a soft moan. "Yeah, I don't think you'd be able to hide how horny you are anyway. So don't bother. Get all into it and cum yourself crazy."

She blushed again, nodding to him. "Alright... So I guess... just don't go easy with me? Treat me rough, hurt me, go hard, do whatever you like. I'm into all that, but never had a fella do more than a few spanks and slaps. So I'd really love for y'all to get me really roughed up for my last fuck." She was about to tell him not to stop, even if she was begging him to, but then remembered just who she was talking to. There was no way he would stop once this got going. Hell, it was probably too late to back out now that she had actually met him. Not that she wanted to, of course.

Finishing off his drink, the horse stood up. "So. Want me to just bend you over this table and fuck you silly right here?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no. I figured we'd go out to the barn. It's... easier to clean up after, and has more room. And I've also set up a little recording thing in there." She finished her own drink before standing up as well. "I record stuff like myself masturbating or using toys. Tried posting stuff onto a few of the more... normal... porn sites, but a lotta people don't appreciate amateur stuff. Or big girls."

He scoffed. "Bucha cucks with no taste, then. You're plenty worth appreciating." He smacked her ass again as she passed, getting another yelp and a giggle from her. "Takes a real man to appreciate this kinda meat, I guess." As he followed her outside, he continued. "Speaking of. Anything you want me doing with your corpse once I'm done filling it? Or you just want me dumping you out in that big field out there?"

A shiver ran through her as he talked about her being a corpse. It really struck her that they were actually doing this, and it excited her more than she expected. "Uh... w-well... I was going to say you could talk to Oliver in town. Runs a butcher shop and don't question where meat comes from... but..." She glanced out at the field she had worked on for most of her life. "Yeah... I think leaving me out there like... just some dead animal... that's right sexy, I tell you what." She thought of something. "Oh, and don't you worry none about someone coming by for a long while. Gave all my farmhands a month off of work after an early harvest. They won't be back for another few weeks."

"Any more cute girls among them? Might be worth waiting..."

She could not help but giggle. "No, they're all a bunch of young guys. Most of 'em are pretty bad fucks, too. Or gay. Can't judge if they're good in the hay or not for myself."

Trevor sighed, though he was obviously playing it up. "Real shame. Guess I'll just have to catch something on the ride back up north later." Somehow, the fact that he was so ready to use her and quickly move on to the next victim only made all this so much more arousing to her. It made her floppy little tail sway a little more as she led him to the barn.

"Now, not much use for this old place these days, so it's pretty empty. Though feel free to use anything that's laying around in here as you want. Not like I'll have any use for any of it after today..." Sure enough, the inside was spacious and fairly barren. Some hay littered the floorboards here and there, and a few bales were stacked up against one wall. In the center of the room was what looked like an old tree stump, turned into some kind of chair or stool. She moved over to a small table and flipped open the laptop on it, turning it on. She pointed to a spot on the wall. "Camera's right there. Gets a pretty good view of the whole middle of the barn, so you shouldn't have to worry too much about blocking stuff."

He looked up at the camera. "Yup. Looks good." Turning his attention back to her, he put his hands on his hips. "Not too good with computers, though. Mostly do my stuff on a phone. But my bro Timber showed me how to do some editing stuff a bit ago, so I think I'll manage."

She tapped the side of the laptop. "Oh, there's a removable SD chip on the side. I usually use it to take the videos to my main computer inside to edit and upload, but... it should fit a phone, too."

"Handy! Alright, lemme just get something out real quick." He reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a black leather mask. Many affectionately called it his 'gimp mask' as it covered his entire head, though it left his mouth and eyes uncovered. He slipped the thing on, getting it adjusted properly with practiced ease. "There we go."

She shivered as she saw him wearing his iconic headgear. "Oh... shit, that's... something else to see in person."

"Speaking of seeing in person." He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side, leaving his muscular torso fully exposed. The shorts were dropped next, the full pockets thumping onto the floor before the whole thing was kicked to the side. He went commando, so the moment the pants were down, his massive cock sprang free, already near full length. He gave it a slight stroke. "Ah, much better!"

Laura found herself staring at the throbbing meat pointed in her direction. "Wow..." It was not just the length, but it was thick, too, the head already flared out. He let her stare. After a moment, she shook herself out of her gazing. "Ah, right." She tapped a few things on the laptop. "There. It's recording now."

He nodded. "Cool." He turned to the camera and gave it his usual big grin as he went into his opening. "Hey, all my bros, bronettes, and non-labeled brahs! It's ya boy, Monster_T-Bro! Now in widescreen! But don't get used to it. I got a treat for you today. A willing girl from the forums! Quite the heifer, too." he looked at Laura. "That's a plus, by the way. Anyway, c'mon over here and introduce yourself."

She stepped closer to him, turning to the camera. "Hey. I'm HaybaleMaybelle. And... yeah, like T-bro said, I'm all for whatever he's got in store for me."

The horse threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and showing she was only an inch or two shorter than he was. "That's right. Been wanting to have my way with a nice big girl for a while now. And thanks to our lovely mod Phantom_Stripe setting this up, I can!" He reached out and slapped one of her tits again, making her gasp as they bounced. "Now, I think you've been hiding these puppies enough. Let's get 'em out, eh?"

She smiled. "Sure. Let me ju-AHH!" She yelped as he did not wait for her to take her shirt off. Instead, he just gripped the front and tore it open. Her tits flopped free into view once the cloth was out of the way, the torn shirt slipping off a moment later. "H-hey... I liked that shirt..."

He chuckled. "And? It's not like meat has any use for clothes, right?" He gripped at her tit this time, giving it a firm squeeze. He blinked as a little milk started to leak from her perky nipples. "Well, holy shit. These really are milkers!"

She nodded, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Y-yeah... they do that when I get really turned on..."

"Oh? You're really turned on?" She nodded. "Well, how about you get on your knees over by that stump then."

She nodded to him again, moving to the stump chair and getting down onto her knees. "Like th-OOF!" She grunted as he grabbed her head, shoving it down against the stump to bend her over.

"Yeah, just like that." He leaned down as he got closer. "You said to be rough. Enjoy it, slut." He felt a shiver run through her, followed by another as his other hand ended up at the waist of her pants. "Let's see just how horny you are." He yanked the pants down hard, making her yelp as he exposed her bubbly ass. With another tug, the clothing was down to expose her muscular thighs. One final tug pulled them past her hooves. He smacked her inner thigh. "Open these legs up. Lemme see that juicy cunt." She did as he said, parting her legs a bit to let him see her pussy. She was so turned on and eager, her juices were running down her legs. "Yeah. You're real eager for me to fuck you, ain'tcha?"

She nodded slowly. "Y-yes..."

He moved to slap his now fully hard rod against her ass, rubbing it between the cheeks. "You can do better than that. Let everyone know what a needy slut you are."

Laura gasped and moaned. "I... I want it! I want your dick in me!" She panted a little, letting her words just spill from her mouth. "I want to feel your monster stuffing my pussy full!"

He positioned himself lower, still not entering her, but rubbing himself against her lower lips. "That's not all you want, though, is it?"

She let out a slight whimpering moan. "I-I want you to rape me... to kill me... to turn me into beef! I... please... please rape me and kill me!"

He leaned down, whispering so only she could hear. "Oh, I'm going to be raping your lovely body even after I kill you." She moaned loud, almost cumming right there at the thought of it. With no warm-up, he pressed the flared tip of his cock against her lips and shoved himself deep. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as he stuffed himself deep into her, until his tip rammed up against the back of her pussy. He laughed. "Well, holy fuck. Look at that. You took almost all of it! I'm impressed." He grunted as he pressed a little harder, though couldn't get more in. "And fuck, for such a big girl, you are tight!"

He pulled back, only to start thrusting into her deep and hard, his tip slamming against the back of her pussy each time. She cried out in pleasure. "Ah... yes! H-harder!" She begged.

She yelped as he gripped her hair, pulling her head up a little. "You wanted me to rape you, right?" She nodded quickly, only for her face to be slammed back down against the stump. "Good. I was gonna anyway." He pressed down on her head to keep her pinned, her cheek mashed against the rough surface as he started to slam himself into her. "But if you wanna cum before I do, then go ahead. Prove to everyone what a good slut you really are."

He reached around with his free hand to grab one of her dangling tits. The things were now drooling milk onto the floor as they swayed and bounced each time he crammed himself into her. He gave the meaty breast a rough squeeze, making it squirt and her yelp in pleasure. "Damn. Kinda makes me wish I had claws like a kitty or something. See if I cut into these if it'll leak milk or blood. Or both." He shifted his grip to really grasp at the fatty tissue, giving it a hard and painful squeeze, as if he was trying to crush it. The sounds it made the cow make drove him on, plus he was enjoying how much the thing kept squirting In his grasp.

The woman was gasping and moaning and crying out as he continued to pound away. She had never had someone use her so rough, and she wanted more. Begged for it. "M-more... h-hurt me... more... please!"

Releasing her tit, his hand moved up instead to grasp at her throat. "More, huh?" His large hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her head up and back. She winced as her back was forced to arch painfully. "You want all of it?" She nodded, her moans more of a choked gasping with his grip squeezing her throat. "Alright then, cow slut." He slid his other hand around her middle to hold her tight. His hips started to slam even harder, ramming his flared tip against the back of her pussy painfully. She gasped and whined with every blow, her inner walls squeezing around him as her orgasm drew nearer, the pain only edging her all the closer to it.

"Fuck you're getting tight!" he moaned, trying to shove the last few inches into her. He felt her clenching, and how much her pussy was drooling around his cock. "C'mon, you big slut. Take it all like you wanted!" He shoved again and again, his cock pounding against her cervix with brutal force. It did not so much stretch open for him as tear wide under his assault. With a hard thrust, he tore through, cramming the last few inches into her and ramming his flared tip up into her womb. Laura let out a loud scream of pain as she felt herself tearing inside, and it only set her off. Her pussy clamped around him hard as she came, juices drooling down her shaking legs while her tits leaked even more milk down her chest.

Trevor chuckled as he continued to thrust, feeling the warmth of her womb around his tip. "Haha, you're really cumming hard from this, huh?" She nodded, still not able to speak with his grip on her throat. With no warning, he let her go, and she fell forward. Her head hit the stump in front of her, and she gripped at it as the horse started to thrust with a wild pace. "Good! Fuck... I'm going to fill this cunt to the brim!" He shouted, his cock jerking and pulsing inside of her. With a howl of pleasure, he came, pouring his seed into her womb in heavy blasts. She yelped as she felt the shots pouring into her, filling her so full that it started to leak out.

Before he was done, he ripped his hips back, tearing her abused pussy even more as he withdrew. A torrent of bloody-stained cum started to flow out of her as his cock spat a few more shots onto her ass. "Ah yeah... fuck that was good!" He slapped her ass with his rod, then with his palm, both getting a breathless yelp from the girl. "Alright..." He looked at the camera. "I'm going to let the milkmaid catch her breath for a moment." He looked around the room, looking for something to use for the main event. He smiled as he spotted something. "Oh, that's perfect." He walked to the edge of the barn, picking up an old woodcutting axe that rested against the wall. He hefted the thing in his hands. "Pretty weighty thing." He brought it back and set the axe head down right in front of Laura's face. "You ready to become meat, beefcunt?"

She gasped when she saw the tool he had picked, already feeling even more excitement. "Y-yes!" She glanced up at him. "Should... I just stay like this?"

He thought a moment. "No. Roll over onto your back. But keep that pretty face of yours on the stump there." She nodded quickly, doing as he asked. She rolled over, wincing a little as her pussy still ached. She lay on her back with her head propped up for him. "Lift your chin a bit more. And keep those legs spread. Let everyone see all the seed leaking outta you." She obeyed again, her legs spreading a little more to show off her drooling pussy. She even reached down to start rubbing herself, fingers working at her swollen clit. "Oh, you are a good little slut. Go on, get yourself nice and hot." He lifted the axe up. "I'll take your head just as you cum."

Laura gasped and panted as she worked at herself furiously. "Y-yes!" She wanted it so much, just the thought she was about to die, her head rolling away, her body going wild, lost in a final orgasm. It only pushed her closer to it, the pleasure building rapidly, aided by how sore and full she still felt from his earlier pounding. She also looked at his messy cock, still hard and bobbing in front of her. She knew he would be using her with it again soon, abusing her dead body for everyone to see. It did not take her long to find herself right at the edge, panting and gasping, her legs quivering and shaking. "N-now! Kill me! Oh God, I'm cumming! Do it!" She pleaded.

He waited until she started to cry out her pleasure, her pussy squirting her juices and pushing out more of his seed, then swung the axe down. The blade struck right on her throat, but unfortunately, it was an old axe and not well maintained, the edge somewhat dull. Blood suddenly started to spray from her throat as he cut deep, but it did not go all the way through. "Fuck!" He ripped the thing out of her neck and brought it up again. Her body started to thrash, but she still kept herself presented to him, so he had an easy target as he brought the axe down again. This time it struck bone, her whole body jerking. Her massive, jiggling tits started to squirt all over as he pulled the axe up again. Blood was gushing and spraying from the wound, her legs kicking as her cunt sprayed all the harder.

He brought the axe down again, and this time it crunched through her spine before embedding into the wood under her. Her head rolled back, falling onto the floor. Her body flopped onto the other side of the stump, thrashing about, arms flailing and legs kicking. "Fuck! Look at her go!" Her hips kept pumping upwards in her orgasmic death throes, as if fucking an invisible cock. Her tits started to spray her milk in great squirts, almost rivaling the heavy splashes of blood spraying from the stump of her neck. He set the axe down and reached out to pick up the girl's head by her braid. "Here you go. Have a look at your body, steaktits. It's really cumming!" He turned her head to look at herself just in time for her to see piss start spraying from her cunt, splashing out onto the floor as her body lost all control over itself.

He laughed as he held her head, watching her body writhe about. He especially watched those heavy tits as they still drooled milk all over. He had seen girls squirt a little when they die, but this was the most he had ever seen. Then again, this was also the first cow he had ever snuffed out. The sight of her spraying from all ends made his cock twitch with excitement. "Yeah, you're a good slut." He turned her head to look at him. "Oop, seems you died already." Her expression was slack, eyes glassy, but frozen in a look of pure bliss. "Yup. She died the happiest piece of steak around."

He set her head down on the blood-soaked tree stump, then turned his attention to her twitching body. "Not done with you yet, though." He reached out to grip her shoulders, pulling her a little closer and lifting them to see the drooling stump of her neck. Her throat still clenched over and over, as if it could somehow still get breath. "My favorite hole." He pressed his tip against the opening, then started to shove. He grunted as it took some effort, as it always did. As soon as the head was inside, he shoved the entirety of his cock down her throat. Her neck bulged visibly from how overfilled it was. "Fuck yeah! Best kind of blowjob!"

He started to thrust into her neck, feeling how she still clenched around him. Her body was starting to slow down, the heart fervently beating its last thumps. He reached down to grip at her tits, the fur soaked in milk and blood. He gave them a hard squeeze, forcing more milk out of them. "Damn, just how much is in these things?" He shifted his grip to hold as much of the tit as he could and squeezed hard, once more sort of crushing the meat. A bit more milk squirted out, but there was not much left anymore. "I should snuff cows more often. That's pretty fucking hot!"

He let go of her tits and just gripped her shoulders to start thrusting himself into her throat hard. He grunted as his cock twitched. Chopping off a bitch's head always got him going. And watching her thrash about and squirt all over as she died had gotten him even more excited. Since he didn't have to worry about her pleasure anymore, he did not hold himself back. He just slammed his hips against her neck over and over, stuffing his cock so deep it was almost into her stomach. Each time, her breasts bounced, jiggled, and wobbled about on her chest. "That's it, farmgirl. Take it all!" He let out another grunt as his cock twitched. "Fuck... drink it all!" He threw his head back as he came again, emptying his balls down her throat and filling her belly with the heavy load.

He thrust several more times before pulling out and dropping her to the floor. He slapped his cock against her chest, using her tits to squeeze around his shaft and milk several more heavy shots out of himself, each landing on her belly. Once he finally felt his own orgasm ebbing, he sat back, his cock still hard and drooling a little. He smacked one of her tits, making it wobble about. "Fuck these are some damn good funbags to play with." He sat back a little so the camera could see his cum drooling out of her neck stump.

"Alright. I think that's all for this one. She was a blast!" He smiled up at the camera. "I'm going to rest up and play with this bit of steak a bit more later, but that's all for the video. Catch ya next time, brahs!" He held up a peace sign, a signal to himself for where to end the video. He would go and turn the recording off later. For now, he looked back at Laura's head, and the expression of joy frozen upon her face. "Gonna have to thank Stripes later. You were worth the trip." He leaned back a bit to let himself catch his breath, and let his cock recover a little. Though it was still rock hard. After he was done, he figured he would use the axe to cut her into a few pieces and dump her in a gory pile out in the field somewhere. Before then... well, he had a perfectly good head to play with once he was ready.

He reached out, picking her head up, bringing her mouth to his shaft, and sliding the tip between her lips. He gently bobbed it back and forth, more just idly playing with her than using it to get off just yet. "Yup. Definitely worth the trip." He grinned wide. "Especially if I can find a nice, cute piece of ass on the trip back up, too. Definitely not missing the chance next time."

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