My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -hot ✔ | FULL |

(Or is it? Wait for the sequel: “Harvest Moon: Picking More Than Apples.”) Disclaimer: This article is a work of erotic fiction. All characters, farms, and amorous activities involving farm equipment are products of the author’s imagination. Please treat your tractor with respect.

She hung the lantern on a hook. The shadows danced. The sound of rain on the tin roof was a primal drumbeat. She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying in that effortless way country girls have—like they’re born knowing a rhythm city clubs try to sell you for $20 a drink. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT

Two weeks later, June cornered me in the tack room. She was holding a riding crop, but not for the horses. (Or is it

June was nothing like her cousins. Daisy was a wildfire. Savannah was a deep river. June? June was lightning in a jar. She pushed me onto a saddle rack and took control in a way that left me breathless and begging. She was loud, unapologetic, and wild. She bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Please treat your tractor with respect