That ass isn't leaving this farm until Beth says so

*Eeek!*

Beth gives chase and grabs the young woman from behind. Shivers shoot up Abigails spine as Beth squeezes their bodies together sandwiching her thick bitch-breaker between their bodies. It was far larger then Abigail had feared. She kicked and writhed, but the strong li'l farm girl wasn't going to give her a chance to escape again. Beth flipped her around and slung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She whistled as she walked back to the farmhouse in the rythm of the wet popping noise she was making by repeatedly plucking out and thrusting back in the sobbing girls buttplug. Once they had made it inside Beth plopped her pale prize on a rug and pulled up a small wooden chair and sat down with her veiny shaft on dangling just inches above the floor. "Look I'll level with you," Beth said in a comforting tone, "It's been a while since I've gotten my rocks off, and your cute ass really got me carried away. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry."

Abigail looked up with her and giggled a little wiping away her tears. "You had me really scared there," Abigail said with a relieved sigh, "I guess it happens to us all from time to time." Abigail knew the effect her succulent rear end could have on a girl, especially helplessly pointed in their face. She was shocked at how quickly the farmer's mood changed, but she wasn't planning on staying long enough to see it change again. Abigail rose to her feet and brushed herself off having to pick a few leaves and small twigs from her hair before heading towards the door, hoping to sneak home before anyone wakes up to her strolling around with her leggings tor to shreds.