Jake slammed Lena against the rough wooden fence at the edge of the cornfield, his hands already yanking her jeans down to her knees. "Fuck, I've wanted this dirty pussy all day," he growled, fingers plunging straight into her wet slit without warning. She gasped and spread her legs wider, grinding down on his thick digits as the stalks rustled around them.
He didn't waste time with teasing. Jake dropped his own pants, cock springing free hard and veined, and shoved it balls-deep into her in one thrust. Lena moaned loud, the sound swallowed by the tall corn. "Yeah, pound that cunt," she hissed back, raw and unfiltered. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard, skin slapping, her juices coating his shaft with every stroke.
Corn silk brushed their thighs as he bent her forward, pounding deeper, balls swinging against her ass.
Lena reached back and spread her cheeks, begging for more. "Use me like the slut I am in this field." Jake spat on her asshole and worked a finger in while his cock hammered her pussy. She came fast, clenching and squirting down her legs onto the dirt. He didn't stop, just switched holes, driving into her ass with the same brutal rhythm until she was babbling filthy nonsense.
They switched positions, her on all fours between the rows. Jake mounted her from behind, yanking her hair, calling her a cornfield whore while he railed her. Her tits swung, nipples scraping the ground. He pulled out, flipped her, and fed his cock into her mouth, fucking her throat until spit ran down her chin. Then back in her pussy, legs over his shoulders, pounding until he flooded her with thick cum that leaked out around his shaft.
They lay there panting amid the stalks, bodies slick, the night air cooling their skin. Jake pulled her close, still semi-hard inside her, and they started again slower but no less filthy, promising to fuck every row before dawn.
