In her mouth

As the tractor rumbled on, Wendy's pace quickened slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she took him deeper. Wendy's pace steadied, the tractor hit a slight bump, causing her to deepen her suction reflexively. Joe's hands tightened further on the wheel, his knuckles turning white as a low, guttural groan escaped his lips. The tractor's engine revved slightly, the vibrations resonating through both of them. Wendy's fingers tightened around Joe's balls, her nails gently grazing the skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

Wendy's anticipation grew, her mouth moved with renewed vigor, each stroke fueled by her eagerness to taste Joe's release. The tractor's engine hummed steadily, a constant backdrop to their intimate rhythm. Joe's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with increasing urgency. His hands remained clenched on the steering wheel, the leather groaning softly under the pressure. The setting sun cast long shadows across the fields, the golden light dancing across their bodies as they moved in perfect sync. Wendy's fingers tightened around Joe's balls, her touch sending shivers up his spine. She could feel the tension building in him, his muscles tightening with each passing moment.

Joe's moans reached a fever pitch, he suddenly gripped the steering wheel with an almost **** intensity, his knuckles white as marble. "I'm going to cum, Wendy!" he groaned, his voice raw and strained, blending with the tractor's steady hum. The words barely escaped his lips before his body tensed, every muscle rigid with anticipation. Wendy's pace quickened, her suction growing fiercer as she sensed his impending release. The tractor bounced slightly over another bump, and she deepened her suction reflexively, her tongue swirling around him in a frantic rhythm. With a guttural groan, Joe's cock exploded in her mouth, the warm, salty fluid filling her senses.

Joe's climax subsided, Wendy's cheeks hollowed with each determined suck, her throat working tirelessly to accommodate the relentless flow. The tractor's engine hummed on, a steady heartbeat that underscored their shared rhythm. Her saliva mingled with his release, creating a slick, warm texture that coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Despite her struggle, there was a fierce determination in her eyes, a resolve to take everything he offered. Her fingers, still gently clenched around his balls, tightened slightly with each swallow, her nails grazing his sensitive skin and drawing a low, pleasured grunt from him.

As the last spasms of Joe's climax faded, Wendy slowly lifted her head, her lips parting with a soft, wet sound. The tractor's engine continued its steady hum, a grounding presence that contrasted the heavy silence between them. Joe's chest heaved, his breath visible in the cooling evening air as he relaxed his **** grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles, still pale from tension, gradually regained their color as he exhaled deeply. Wendy's fingers loosened around his balls, her hand retreating as she sat back on her heels.

Wendy sat back on her heels, the cool evening air brushed against her flushed skin, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and earth. She could feel the dampness between her legs, a testament to her own arousal as she gazed up at Joe, whose chest still rose and fell with ragged breaths. The tractor's engine hummed softly, a steady heartbeat that seemed to echo the pounding of her own. She licked her lips, the taste of him still lingering, a mix of salt and warmth that left her wanting more.

Wendy's chest rose with a deep breath, the cool evening air filling her lungs as she gazed up at Joe, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and lingering arousal. The tractor's engine hummed softly, a steady accompaniment to the heavy silence between them. She could feel the dampness between her legs, a testament to her own unmet desire, but it was overshadowed by the satisfaction of having pleased Joe so thoroughly. Her lips, still wet from him, curled into a subtle smile as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, the gesture confident yet tender. Wendy's mind raced as she sat there, the weight of what she had just done settling in. She had never imagined herself in such a situation, yet here she was, the taste of Joe still lingering on her lips. The tractor's engine hummed softly, a reminder of the unusual setting of their intimate moment. She glanced up at Joe, who was slowly regaining his composure, his chest still heaving. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words.

As Joe's breath slowly steadied, the flush in his cheeks began to fade, replaced by a look of bewildered curiosity. His hands, still resting on the steering wheel, relaxed their grip, the leather no longer creaking under his tension. He turned his head towards Wendy, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read her expression. "Where did that come from?" he asked, his voice low and tinged with a mix of surprise and admiration.