You discover Betsy laboring in the fields, her muscular arms swinging a hoe with practiced ease. Beads of sweat glisten on her dark skin as she stops to wipe her brow with the back of her hand. It is in that moment that you lust for Betsy.
You discover Betsy laboring in the fields, her muscular arms swinging a hoe with practiced ease. Beads of sweat glisten on her dark skin as she stops to wipe her brow with the back of her hand. It is in that moment that you lust for Betsy.