When the Sexual Service Act passed, Amanda thought living on a farm in the country would mean her life wouldn’t change much.

She hadn’t realized how many men were willing to drive an hour into the middle of nowhere to live out their fantasies of “fucking the farmer’s daughter.”

“Man! You farm-fresh chicks have fucking tight assholes!”

“Unfh! Uh-huh,” she never knew what to say when they said stuff like that.

“I’m totally coming back next week,” he said as he drove his cock in one last time and came deep up her 19-year-old ass.

She started to get up, but a new pair of hands pushed her down and an even thicker cock pushed into her aching ass.

“Don’t bother to get up, there’s a line of at least twenty guys waiting to fuck you.”