She wasn’t raised for this kind of work…but she came dressed for the challenge.
No one quite knows what her arrangement with the farmer is, but each morning she slips through the wooden gate, heels sharp as her secrets, and disappears toward the stable.
The stallions quiet down when they hear her steps..
She never talks about what happens out there.
But the fence creaks in rhythm, and the horses always sleep better after she’s done.
(17 pictures – No Nude)
