This man came to see me every night at the saloon. Looked like a bit of a country boy, but always had this aura of sex around him. Something a little more primal.
And of course this city girl, who decided to head out west because “choices”… well I took notice.
But it wasn’t hard to notice, as the bulge gave it away every time I even uttered the words “hi”.
No matter. You finally bucked up and showed up. Cause you ended up in my room after my dance number was done. And you showed me what you’ve been wanting to do to this cunt for as long as you’ve been coming around.
Between your tongue and cock, I can’t pick which one I want to sit on, but you choose for me. Swallowing my muffin in one gulp, you eat your fill. And make my legs shake around your head, while also giving me temporary seizures.
But you weren’t done. Because you then came back up to my face, planting the wettest kiss on it. Making me taste myself on your beard.
Then feeling your massive dick into my fuck hole and pumped away. Grunting with each thrust as I moaned. Keeping me cumming till all you could hear was just those sounds of sex.
When you came though? Was a blissful moment of ecstasy. Cause you just stayed there, letting yourself get soft and flop out.
Wonder when we’ll get to play again…