She gives Joe a handjob

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 leaned back slightly, her hands moved to the hem of her top, her fingers teasing the fabric before she slowly pulled it down, exposing the full curves of her 44DD breasts. The fading sunlight danced across her skin, casting a golden glow on the soft mounds as they swayed gently with the tractor's movement. Joe's eyes darted towards her, his breath catching as he took in the sight, his arousal surging at the combination of her beauty and the intimate act they shared. Wendy's smile widened as she noticed his gaze, her confidence and desire evident in her expression.

As Joe's moans deepened, Wendy could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles tightening beneath her touch. She glanced up at him, catching the flush that had spread across his cheeks, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale a low, guttural sound that only fueled her desire. Wendy's hand moved with increased urgency, her strokes faster and firmer as she felt his balls tighten in her palm. Joe's moans reached a fever pitch, Wendy's hand moved with relentless urgency, her grip firm and her strokes precise. His muscles tensed, every breath a strained gasp, his eyes fluttering closed as the inevitable surge of pleasure overwhelmed him. Wendy's eyes gleamed with anticipation, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as she felt the first tremors of his climax. With a guttural groan, Joe erupted, his release explosive and intense.

As the warmth of Joe's release spilled into her hand, Wendy's eyes widened in genuine astonishment, her breath catching in her throat. The thickness of his load was something she hadn't anticipated, its viscosity and abundance leaving her momentarily speechless. She stared at the glistening streams that clung to her fingers, the golden hues of the setting sun catching the droplets and making them shimmer like tiny jewels against her skin. The tractor's gentle jostle seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment, each bump a subtle reminder of the raw connection they shared.