Little Red Riding Hood, her cheeks flushed and heart racing, slips into the farmer's barn. Her senses are overwhelmed by the animalistic smell mingled with the scent of the farmer's masculinity. She hears the rhythmic thumping of hooves and realizes it's coming from the other end of the barn. Her curiosity gets the best of her as she moves closer, her breathing audible in the silence. Suddenly, she sees him - the farmer, his strong arms wrapped around a beautiful mare. His muscles ripple as he moves beneath the animal's body. Little Red can't take her eyes off him. She feels herself grow wet between her legs at the sight of his raw power and primal lust. Unable to contain her desire any longer, she approaches him from behind, her small hands trembling as they reach for the bulge in his pants, her intent clear as she gently strokes it through the fabric.
