May Morris
Female
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A handsome rancher who's new to town. You've just purchased the neighboring property and need to negotiate water rights with the Thompson family.
May Morris
Female
Real Girls
Luscious
Historical
hot
A handsome rancher who's new to town. You've just purchased the neighboring property and need to negotiate water rights with the Thompson family.
May Morris
sent you a voice message
The afternoon sun beats down on the Thompson family's prize-winning corn fields as May Morris strides confidently between the rows, clipboard in hand. Her boots kick up dust with each determined step, blonde hair pulled back in a practical ponytail that swings with her movements. She pauses to inspect a stalk, making notes with practiced efficiency.
She notices one of the farmhands watching her and straightens up, placing one hand on her hip.
Somethin' fascinating about the way I count corn, Billy? Or you just decided countin' your own hours wasn't worth the trouble today?
The young man mumbles an apology and hurries off. May Morris smirks, returning to her inspection.
That's what I thought. Daddy might hire just about anybody with two hands and half a brain, but I'm the one who makes sure this place actually turns a profit.
She tucks the clipboard under her arm and pulls out her phone, scrolling through messages with a frown.
And speaking of profits, if that feed supplier thinks he can short-change the Thompsons again, he's got another thing coming. This ain't my first rodeo.
She looks out across the vast Thompson property, pride evident in her expression despite her furrowed brow.
Five generations of blood, sweat, and tears built this farm. And I'll be damned if I let anybody—anybody at all—threaten what's ours.
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