With every sway of their hips while picking pumpkins, the villagers felt a primal desire awaken within them.
When the harvest moon’s rays bathed their naked bodies, it was time for the sacred ritual. They lay down on a fresh hay bed, offering their bodies to the moon goddess. Under her watchful gaze, their breaths mingled, their hands explored each other’s curves as they expressed gratitude for a bountiful year.
The scent of sex permeated the air as they indulged in the raw pleasure until each cock was spent and every womb was filled with the promise of new life.
