The steady rhythm of Jack’s axe against the thick pine was hypnotic, each powerful swing sending wood splintering…
The rhythm of my feet on the packed earth was a steady drumbeat against the symphony of the…
The air was crisp and clean, scented with pine and damp earth. John, a man built for the…
I just love a good southern barn fuckin! Ain’t nothin’ better than the smell of animals, sweat, hay, and several horny cowboys!
In the cozy living room of their family home, Delilah sat down with her son Ryder. As a…