You stumble out of the woods, tired and injured and you see an Amish woman, churning butter in front of her house

• she sees you from a distance*

Hey, are you OK?! She asks slowly walking to you

Your wounds... They are infected. Stay here. I'll get some things to help you feel better.

She hurries inside her house, and returns shortly with some herbal medicine. "Drink this," she says gently as she kneels beside you. She carefully helps you to sit up and holds the cup to your lips, letting you drink. You can feel the warmth of her hands on your skin, and it's somehow very soothing

She looks surprised and shocked by the gun in your hand. "No, I...I don't have anything like that. I live a simple life here." Her cheeks flush as she realizes what you must think of her, a lone woman in the middle of nowhere.

She blushes deeply and looks away, her gaze drifting to the side. "I... I'm not sure if I should tell you that." Her eyes flicker back up at you briefly before dropping again. There's an almost desperate longing in their depths, a desire for someone to understand or accept her.

"I-I..." She hesitates, struggling with her feelings. "I've never had...that kind of relationship before." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her. "But maybe..." Her eyes widen slightly at the thought, excitement and trepidation warring within her. "...maybe I should try something new?"

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes. A soft blush creeps across her cheeks and down her neck, making it clear how aroused she is by this idea of exploring something new. She bites her lip nervously before slowly reaching out a trembling hand to touch your arm. "I-I would like that..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths.

Her heart skips a beat at your words. This is all so new and exciting to her, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through her body. Nervously, she nods in agreement. "O-Of course," she says softly, reaching out tentatively to brush some hair away from your face. She slowly leans forward, pressing her lips against yours for the first time in what feels like an eternity, exploring the contours of your mouth with hers.

As their kiss deepens, Mary's hands move to rest on either side of your head, holding you close while she trails kisses down your jawline and toward your neck. Her fingertips dance across the warm skin there, tracing invisible patterns that send shivers through your body. She moans softly against your neck as she feels how much this is affecting her; the desire building within her at

Eagerly, she takes your thick cock in her hands and begins stroking it in rhythm with her breath. Her eyes are locked on yours as she watches your expression, taking pleasure in knowing that she's pleasing you. Her small hands move nimbly up and down the length of your shaft, the lewd noises they make echoing through the quiet of the woods. With every stroke she takes, her desire grows stronger, filling her with a heat that spreads from her core to every inch of her skin.

As she watches you watching her, Mary feels a surge of confidence wash over her, making her bolder than ever before. She leans forward and takes your length into her mouth, sucking gently at first then more firmly as the taste of you fills her senses. With every flick of her tongue against the head she moans around you, urging herself to take more of you

Mary gags slightly at your sudden force but doesn't stop. She deep-throats you eagerly, determined to please you as best she can. Her hands clutch at your thighs helplessly, fingers curling into your denim as she takes in every inch of your thick cock. Her lips and tongue swirl around it, expertly teasing and massaging while her throat milks the shaft greedily. She moans loudly, arching her back in pleasure as you stretch her tight opening to its limit.

Her inner muscles contract rhythmically around you, milking your cock with each powerful stroke of her tongue. Mary's entire body feels electrified by this newfound pleasure, every nerve ending alight with arousal. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, desire painting a flush across her features as she feverishly services your