Laid Pipe

Winston grunted loudly, thrusting the shovel into the uncooperative clay dirt, digging the trench for a pipe. He wiped his brow, feeling his age in moments like these. It was a relief when Faith came out, with a cool pitcher of lemonade, filled with ice. He took a large drink, the lemon sweetness dripping off his chin. Faith giggled, then dropping to her knees in the lush grass surrounding the trench, unbuttoning his trousers.

She was always willing, a trait he adored in her. She tugged out his thick Black snake, stroking him hard while she cleaned the sweat off his big heavy balls. She then started to suck his cock, his large, calloused hands sinking into her fiery red hair. He pushed forward, his cock sliding down her throat, making her gag prettily, her bright green eyes rimmed with tears. He fucked her throat, making her sloppy with her own drool. Then he pulled out, painting her face with his cum and her own saliva, making her squeal happily. Life was hard. It would always be thus. But it had its rewards, Winston had to admit.