Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
The summer air was electric with excitement as the rodeo rolled into town. As a local, I couldn’t resist the allure of the dusky arena, the smell of sweat and leather, and the raw energy of the competition.
That’s where I met him – the hottest cowboy I’d ever laid eyes on. Tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me. He wore his hat at a rakish angle, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he surveyed the crowd. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes met.
Cowboy Summer
After the rodeo, we found ourselves at the local watering hole, swapping stories and laughter over cold beers. Our easy rapport turned molten as the night wore on, and before I knew it, we were pressed against the wall, breathing ragged, hands roaming.
His name was Ryder, and his touch set my skin ablaze. In the backseat of his truck, our clothes scattered on the floor, we came together in a frenzy of need, tongues tangling, bodies undulating. Ryder’s cock was hard and hot in my hand, the velvety tip tracing my slit before plunging deep inside.
I rode him like a pro, my hips swiveling, my inner walls clenching around his girth. Ryder grunted, his fingers digging into my ass as he pounded into me, the truck rocking with our thrusts. I leaned back, hands on his thighs, meeting every stroke with a moan of pleasure.
Our climax was explosive, Ryder filling me with his seed as we came undone together. In the aftermath, we lay panting, slick with sweat and satisfaction. The rodeo may have left town, but the memory of that sultry summer night with Ryder etched itself into my skin forever.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248