She gives Joe a blow job

Wendy's breath danced against Joe's ear as she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation, "Can I take it out?" The tractor rumbled softly, the vibrations beneath them adding to the tension. Joe's heart pounded, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he nodded, barely able to breathe. With deft fingers, Wendy unbuckled his belt, the metallic click echoing in the charged air. She slid the zipper down, the sound slow and deliberate, before reaching in and gently freeing him from the confines of his jeans. The cool evening air brushed against his skin, but it was her warm touch that sent shivers down his spine.

Joe’s fat cock sprang free standing at full attention for her it was as thick as beer can about 7” long. Wendy's fingers wrapped around Joe's thick cock, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of admiration. It stood rigidly before her, the fading light of the sun catching the subtle veins that ran along its length, giving it a lifelike texture that seemed almost sculpted. The tractor jostled slightly, and with the movement, Wendy's grip tightened, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip where precum was leaking. Joe let out a low, strained breath, his eyes never leaving the path ahead, though his focus was waning.

Wendy's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her earlier teasing replaced by genuine astonishment. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're... really something." Her fingers tightened around him, marveling at the thickness that filled her palm, the girth reminiscent of a large can, solid and unyielding. The tractor's gentle jostle seemed to amplify the connection between them, each bump of the vehicle adding a new dimension to the sensations coursing through Joe's body. His breath hitched as Wendy's thumb traced the ridge around the tip, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Wendy's hand moved rhythmically, her fingers tightened around him with each upward stroke, the friction of her palm against his skin intensifying the pleasure. Joe's breath came in short gasps, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his eyes on the path ahead. The tractor's engine hummed steadily, the vibrations beneath them adding a primal rhythm to their intimate moment. The setting sun cast long shadows across the fields, the golden light illuminating Wendy's profile as she focused on her task, her lips parted slightly in concentration.

Wendy's confidence grew, she leaned forward, her breath whispering against Joe's arousal. The tractor's steady hum and the rhythmic jostle of the vehicle seemed to synchronize with her heartbeat. With a gentle touch, she guided him towards her, her lips parting slightly as she took him in. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, and Joe's breath hitched, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. Wendy's eyes fluttered closed, her focus solely on the sensation as she moved her head slowly, her lips creating a soft, wet friction.

Wendy's lips enveloped him, she felt a surge of nervous excitement mixed with determination. She remembered Jen's advice—take your time, breathe through your nose, and don't be afraid to use your hands. The tractor's steady hum and the rhythmic jostle of the vehicle seemed to guide her pace. She adjusted her position slightly, angling her head to accommodate his size, her jaw stretching gently. The warmth of her mouth contrasted with the cool evening air, and Joe's breath hitched as her tongue traced the underside, a technique Jen had sworn by.

Joe's moans deepened, the sound blended with the tractor's steady hum, creating a symphony of pleasure and machinery. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip as Wendy's head moved rhythmically, her lips creating a soft, wet friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. The setting sun cast a golden glow over them, illuminating the beads of sweat forming on Joe's brow as his breath hitched with each movement. Wendy's jaw stretched gently to accommodate his size, her determination evident in the slow, deliberate pace she maintained, her tongue tracing the underside with practiced precision.

Wendy's head continued its rhythmic motion, her hand drifted downward, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of Joe's balls. She cupped them gently, her touch sending a shiver through him. Joe's moans grew louder, mingling with the engine's hum. Wendy's mouth moved slower now, her tongue swirling around him as she tasted the first drops of his juices. The salty sweetness filled her senses, and she deepened her suction, her jaw stretching to accommodate him fully.