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Fem!Farmer/Shane – drunk sex; alcohol tw – Farmer gives a drunk Shane a prostate massage :)

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Farmer knows that what she is doing isn’t exactly… ethically sound, but she can’t help that Shane is just so hot when he is drunk and whiney and barely able to defend himself.

She’s had her eye on him the moment she moved into the dilapidated farm her grandfather had left her, and finding him tonight in the bar, more drunk than usual and with Gus asking her if she could take him home… well. It had been a godsend. Or something akin to it, at least.

It’s not nice what she is about to do, but then again, Shane isn’t a very nice guy to begin with. She doesn’t want to hurt him, at least. Far from it.

Farmer feels like that Shane could really use some good, old-fashioned orgasms to get his head out of his own ass and maybe start to think about something other than how miserable he feels all the time.

He follows along without much fuss, needing her to frequently pull him back into a straight line so he wouldn’t drift off right into the bushes lining the way to her farm. Every now and then he seems to realize that this isn’t the way home and murmurs something ending in a curse, but overall, it is easy to drag his drunk ass home with her.

She pushes him on her bed. He falls down in a heap of clothes, whining and grunting like a sweet little piggy.

Farmer brushes over his head, gently nudging a few greasy strands of hair out of his face. He is flushed with alcohol and his lips are invitingly wet. He’d be such a goddamn pretty boy if he just let someone help him out of the hole he’s dug himself into.

She sighs and pats his stubbled cheek, earning herself a vague drunken grumble that she couldn’t hope to entangle. Instead she focuses on pushing her hands beneath his belly and opening his pants. In all honesty, she would love to get him completely naked, but she also isn’t in the mood to lug his heavy body around so this will have to do.

“Wait… what?” he slurs, the first really intelligible words in quite a while. He turns his head to stare at her over his shoulder, but his eyes are unfocused. It looks like he has trouble making the room stop spinning long enough to properly see her.

She ignores him in favor of getting out a bit of slick. She rubs his lovely bottom, amused by how lily white and surprisingly hairless his ass is, then spreads his cheeks to have a look at the pink little furl of his hole.

“God, you’re cute,” Farmer croons at him. Shane whines again, face now pressed into her bedding. He moves a bit, motions sluggish and hobbled by his own pants around his thighs.

She rubs her slick wet fingers over his little hole and gets him to gasp. He is so vulnerable… so completely out of it. She wonders what happened that he decided tonight of all nights to get this blackout drunk, but she won’t complain; not when she has her fingers gently sliding into the hot passage of his ass and immediately find his prostate, swollen and ripe for the plucking.

Goodness… when was the last time he did a little self-loving?

Shane whines and snuffles again, making Farmer think that he would fit so, so well into the stable with the rest of her piggies.

He’s so cute when he is so drunk that he has no idea how to keep her from making sweet, sweet love to his lonely little prostate. She rounds it gently again and again, shushing him when he keeps whining progressively louder. She has his cock in her other hand, cradling it in her palm and feeling how it grows so very warm as it tries to become hard but only manages to dribble when she keeps focusing her attention on his prostate.

His greasy hair has slipped in front of his eyes but that makes it easier to see his ear, flushed brick red from her playing with his body just like she had always wanted to do.

“It’s okay… just relax. Just let me give you an orgasm, alright? I’m gonna take care of the rest. Get you nice and clean and tuck you in… just… let go. You can pump it all into my palm… all that warm cream you’ve got stored up-”

She croons low and intimate as her fingers round the swell of his prostate through the thin wall of his intestines. Every now and then she nudges it directly, just as gentle and careful as the rest of her movements.

Shane tries to hold on for whatever reason – but soon enough he just has to give in, groaning long and almost pained as his soft cock twitches and his balls pump that warm cream directly into the cup of her hand while his hole trembles and twitches, trying to milk a cock that’s not there.

Farmer’s cheeks are pounding with heat and the beat of her heart, pussy throbbing in tandem.

“There you go. You’ll feel so much better tomorrow. Just you wait.”