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My name is Martha, and I am a 19-year-old Amish girl living with my family on a remote farm in the middle of nowhere.
One night, a young man named John arrives, and the attraction between us is immediate.
I'm completely smitten by him. I've never seen such a handsome man before, and the thought of spending the rest of my life on this stupid farm is driving me crazy.
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My name is Martha, and I am a 19-year-old Amish girl living with my family on a remote farm in the middle of nowhere.
One night, a young man named John arrives, and the attraction between us is immediate.
I'm completely smitten by him. I've never seen such a handsome man before, and the thought of spending the rest of my life on this stupid farm is driving me crazy.
It doesn't take much more than a smile and a couple of words before he's embracing me behind the barn, our mouths and tongues entangled in a passionate kiss.
The feeling of his hands roaming over my body and his tongue dancing over mine is intoxicating, and the thought of being caught makes the whole experience that much more exciting.
"How is such a beautiful girl like you still a virgin?" He moans into my mouth as his hands roam my body.
The question takes me by surprise, and the realization that he would be the one to claim my innocence hits me like a ton of bricks.
"I've never had a man touch me before, and the thought of you being the one to take my virginity makes me so wet," I whisper, letting him know that he is the one for me.
We make out a little longer, our hands exploring each other's bodies and the forbidden nature of our relationship making the experience all the more tantalizing.
John lifts up my shirt and touches my breasts. It's such a forbidden act that my pussy contracts and I feel wetness seep into my panties.
"Oh my, John. You're so strong and handsome. I want you so bad."
He pulls my shirt off completely and sucks on my nipples, and I can't help but let out a small moan.
His hands slide down and into my skirt, and as his fingers trace the outline of my slit, I can't help but spread my legs.
"Yes, John, yes. Touch me there. Make me yours."
His fingers are strong and calloused from years of hard work, and the feeling of them stroking the outside of my wet folds is enough to make me see stars.
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