Sassy Cowgirl Tries To Seduce A Stranger By Parading Her Juicy Ass In Her Tight Shorts

In the sizzling summer sun, a curvaceous cowgirl named Candy saunters into the dusty town saloon, her hips swaying hypnotically in her tight, denim cutoffs. The ass-cradling pockets of her worn shorts hug her taut cheeks like a second skin, the frayed edges tickling her sun-kissed thighs. Her dusty cowboy boots click-clack against the wooden floorboards, drawing enraptured glances from the rowdy patrons. This is the domain of Candy the Cowgirl, and she knows how to make an entrance.

The men, rough and tumble cowboys and salt-of-the-earth miners, watch agape as she slinks towards the bar. She sets her prized Stetson atop the counter and plops her generous rump on a stool, crossing one shapely leg over the other. Her thin, white peasant blouse, unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace-trimmed bra and cleavage, billows softly.

“What can I get ya, sugar?” The bartender, a greasy-haired, tooth-missing old timer leers as he wipes the counter.

“Well, how ’bout you gimme a whiskey sour,” Candy drawls through her fingers, intertwined under her chin. She arches her back, driving her heaving bosom forward. “And keep ’em comin’.”

The frequented bartender eyes her, licking his dry, cracked lips. He pours the amber liquid into an old mason jar. Candy snatches it up and takes a swift swig, wiping her pouty lips with the back of her hand. “Ahh, now that’s what I call a cocktail,” she rasps.

It isn’t long before the saloon doors swing open, admitting her next potential prey. A tall, well-built drifter clad in faded jeans and sporting a dark beard ambles in. Candy’s eyes light up with devilish satisfaction. She inspects him hungrily from head to toe, drinking in his toned shoulders, bulging biceps, and the way his jeans full her ill. *Score,* she thinks to herself. *Just my type.*

As the sexy drifter takes a seat nearby, Candy uncrosses her legs ever so slowly, letting her thin, frayed denim ride up her thighs. *Peekaboo,* she thinks with a mischievous grin. She slyly captures his attention, leaning forward provocatively as she tosses back her next cocktail. “Another,” she pants at the bartender, sliding empty glass after empty glass his way. She clears her throat and sights suggestively, “Don’t you think it’s about time you got me out of these tight-assed shorts?”

*Strike!* The stranger stands up. He swiftly makes his way to her stool, twirling it to face him. He grabs her wrist and yanks her up. In one fell swoop, he lifts her by the waist and sets her frail legs around his hips. Candy squeals with delight, her ample breasts bouncing as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Mmmm, those strong arms of yours sure feel nice,” she purrs.

With one hand clutching her tight cheeks to keep her close, the drifter pins her to the center of countertop amidst the Dixie cups and hooch. The other hand roams freely along her slender waist and shoulders, faithfully unbuttoning her blouse. The bodice slips down freely, exposing the lacy deep valley cleavage. “Mmmm yeah, don’t be shy,” Candy murmurs, nipping his neck.

He palms a lacey cup aside, freeing a bouncing tit. He thumbs its pebbled nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “You’re a naughty lil minx,” he growls. “I’m gonna wear this luscious ass out, girl. And that creamy pussy.”

Candy grins, her eyes hooded with lust. She angles her head and kisses him full on the mouth, her tongue immediately sought his. She arches her back slowly, pushing out her chest further, reveling in the taboo thrill of public intimacy. Breaking the torrid kiss, she whispers coyly, “Then what are you waiting for, stud?”

Holding her plush derriere, he leaps off the bartop and carries her, legs wrapped around him, towards the shadows. She nuzzles against his neck, inhaling the clean, manly scent of his sun-pored skin.

In the storeroom, he lowers her to the floor on her feet. He spins her, facing away. With one swift yank, he drops her cutoffs around her ankles. Her bare ass wiggles enticingly as she steps out. “Oh, you know you like this juicy booty,” she taunts. “Spank me.”

He cups her cheeks, exposing her sweet slit to his mouth. His tongue draws a glistening wet trail along her folds. “Mmm, you’re already dripping wet, you naughty girl,” he remarks in a low, gravelly drawl. He slips two fingers into her snug, slick tunnel and pumps. His other hand gropes her.

Candy throws her head back, quivering with delight. “Ohhh fuck yesss!” She grips his shoulders, nails digging into skin. Her hips gyrate, encouraging his fondling. “Don’t stop, stud! Eat my pussy!”

He spreads her cheeks wider, hungrily lapping at her sweet nectar. He spanks her plush cheeks, grinning wickedly at the pink handprint blooming on them. Her clench around his fingers quickens, signaling an intense orgasm. Withdrawing, he flips her, cradling her against his strong chest. She gazes up at him from under heavy lids, her lip caught between teeth. “Get hard for me, baby. I need that cock.”