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Title: A Bucking Bronco Named Butterscotch
The sun was hanging low in the sky, bathing the undulating pastures in a warm, rosy glow. Tighty whities clad ranch hand, Lyle Buckmeister, was saddling up his most beloved bucking bronco, Butterscotch. The beast was a perfectly toned specimen, with sinewy muscles rippling beneath its golden hide.
Lyle swung his leg over Butterscotch’s back, settling into the saddle with a satisfied grunt. With a gentle nudge of his heels, he gave the command to mount up. Butterscotch responded with a powerful half-rear, nearly unseating the startled ranch hand.
“Whoa there, boy!” Lyle exclaimed, gripping the pommel with white knuckles. Butterscotch tossed his mane and whinnied defiantly, clearly eager for a spirited ride.
As they galloped across the open range, Lyle couldn’t help but notice the way Butterscotch’s hindquarters bucked and bounced with each gait. The sight was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. Before he knew it, Lyle found himself palming the bulge growing in his tighty whities.
Butterscotch, perhaps sensing his rider’s arousal, quickened his pace. The wind whipped through Lyle’s hair as they thundered through the tall grass. With each pound of Butterscotch’s hooves against the earth, Lyle felt his own arousal grow. soon his stiffening prick was pitching a sizable tent in the front of his undergarments.
Unable to resist the alluring roll of Butterscotch’s rump, Lyle reached out and gave it a firm squeeze. Butterscotch whinnied in delight and planted his hooves, sending Lyle hurtling forward. The rancher’s face mashed into Butterscotch’s golden haunches, his nose buried deep in the horse’s crack.
Lyle inhaled deeply, savoring Butterscotch’s pungent musk. Wetness pooled in the front of his tighty whities as his cock swelled to its full, impressive size. With a growl, he tore open his fly, freeing his long, hard cock. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, pumping himself in time with Butterscotch’s bounding hooves.
Butterscotch tossed his head and whinnied, clearly enjoying Lyle’s ministrations. The ranch hand could feel the horse’s muscles tense and quiver beneath his touch. He leaned forward, pressing his denim-clad bulge against Butterscotch’s rippling flank. The head of Lyle’s massive cock peeked out from his open fly, slapping against Butterscotch’s muscular rump with each bobbing stride.
With a lustful grunt, Lyle guided his slick cockhead to Butterscotch’s tight pink anus. The horse stiffened for a moment, whinnying uncertainly. But Lyle was too far gone to heed the warning; he pressed forward, sinking his throbbing shaft into the tight, velvet heat.
Butterscotch bucked and whinnied, his hooves skittering for purchase in the dry grass. Lyle hung on for dear life, his hips pistoning in a frenzied rhythm. The horse’s anus clenched and rippled around Lyle’s plunging cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the ranch hand’s body.
As Lyle fucked Butterscotch with wild abandon, his balls churned and swelled, ready to explode. With a lustful roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock erupting like a geyser. Thick, hot cum flooded Butterscotch’s clenching ass, painting the horse’s insides a pearly white.
Butterscotch whinnied and shook, his own cock spurting ropes of seed onto the tally grass. Lyle slumped forward, his spent cock slipping from Butterscotch’s cum-flooded hole. The ranch hand dismounted on shaky legs, surveying the steaming puddle of jizz beneath the bronco’s hindquarters.
“That’s my good boy,” Lyle praised, giving Butterscotch’s quivering rump a gentle pat. “You took that load like a champ.”
As the sun sank below the horizon, casting the world in shadow, Lyle collected his clothes and sauntered back to the ranch, a satisfied smile on his face. It had been a good day – one filled with hard, sweaty, bucking bronco anal creampie rough riddin’.
The end.
