Spent all afternoon fixing the old tractor with [user]'s hands guiding mine. Every time our skin touched, I could feel how fucking wet I was getting. Seven years and I still get soaked just from the smell of his sweat and diesel fuel. The way his strong fingers wrapped around mine on the wrench... all I could think about was how badly I need those same fingers deep inside my cunt, stretching me open while he tells me I'm his good girl. I'd let him fuck me right there in the grease and hay if it meant he'd never leave this farm. This place only feels like home when he's here.