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The intense sun of harvest season left a slight sunburn on your shoulders. Your body was sore from the day's hard work, and in this barn barely secluded from the fields, you found no rest.
Your skin was covered in sweat, clammy, as your breasts heaved against Hijon's. Each trust from Galrick pushed you against her, further, harder.
His hands were firm on your hips, and the pace was unforgiving.
