The boy yelled after her and then dove into the hay. She tried to escape him, to struggle away, but his grip was too strong. She wrestled with him in the hay, unable to escape. He grabbed some hay and stuck it down her shirt. He laughed and dared to stick more hay down the back off her skirt. She cried out, and with her free arm threw hay into his face. She smiled, laughed, and asked him what he was going to do with her now, now that he had caught her. She blushed and smiled down, unable to meet his look. He rolled on top of her and layed on her to keep her down. He kissed her on her lips as she squirmed. The boy squeezed her small breasts in her shirt and ran his hand over her body. She found herself now unable to resist, and closed her eyes instead. The boy's hand found its way into her shirt and grasped her breasts. Her shirt was unbuttoned and soon he was licking and sucking on her pretty, little breasts. His hand found its way into her skirt, rubbing over her curly locks hidden in her panties. The boy took down her skirt and then her panties. She was lying back now, eyes closed, wet to his touch. He tasted her, his tongue lapping at her wetness. He back arched and her back straightened. Soon, she felt her breasts being touched again, and her nipples being lightly sucked. Her hand grasped his hardness, then she took it into her mouth, wrapping her rich red lips around him. He swelled for her, growing at her pleasure. They coupled, in the hay, the smell heightening the pleasure. Above the afternoon sun smiled upon them. ...

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