MY GIRLFRIEND RIDES AND SUCKS MY DICK. COWBOY STYLE [PREVIEW]
Title: A Wild Ride: My Girlfriend’s Cowboy-Style Dick-Riding & Sucking Adventure
Alright mate, settle in for a real ripper of a story. Grab a cold one, put your feet up, and let me spin a yarn about this sheila of mine and our little “rodeo” routine. She’s a real wild one, I tell ya.
Now, picture this – a perfect sunny day in the outback, just out from the pub, a few too many VB’s in us. I’m feelin’ frisky, and I know me bird is in the mood for somethin’ a bit rough ‘n’ tumble. So I pull the ute over and say, “C’mon love, how ’bout a bit of trail ridin’?”
She grins from ear to ear, that little minx, and doesn’t need to be asked twice. We park the car and I help her hop up onto the bonnet. She’s wearin’ this tiny little sundress that just screams Trouble with a capital T. I slip my hands up under her frock, feelin’ that sweet, soft skin. God, she’s built for sin, she is.
“So, what’s the plan, cowboy?” she purrs, all sultry-like. “Gonna show me how it’s done in the bush?”
“Too right, love,” I growl, “Time for your pony ridin’ lesson. Hope ya don’t get too saddle sore!”
She giggles, that crystal laugh just wreckin’ me, while I undo my flies and whip out the big sausage. It’s already standin’ up, ready for the gallop. Her eyes go wide and she licks her lips real slow.
“Mmmm, well ain’t you just a big boy,” she coos, hand reachin’ out to give it a little stroke. I nearly jump outta my jeans, she’s got me so worked up.
Then the little sheila surprises me by hoppin’ onto her hands and knees on the bonnet. “Well? Whaddya waitin’ for, you lazy ride? Mount up!”
Who am I to argue with a willing filly? I position myself behind her, admiring her perky little bum stickin’ up in the air like a target. “Can’t wait to break in this new pony,” I say with a wink.
She wriggles her hips at me invitingly, that cheeky monkey. “Put it in, partner!” she whoops. “Rawdy to go!”
I line myself up with my new favourite waterin’ hole and slide in, nice and slow. The way her tight little snatch swallows me up, never gets old. I grab her hips and start goin’ to town, ridin’ her like a wild mustang.
“You like that, ya hungry little mare?” I grunt as I pick up the pace. “Feel that big bush cock claimin’ yer hole?”
“Fuck yeah!” she cries out, pushin’ back against me, takin’ every inch. “Ride me, cowboy! Harder!”
I oblige and really start puttin’ the boots in, slammin’ into her real rough. The old ute starts to wobble on its wheels from all my buckin’. “Nnngh, you wanna come, love?” I pant. “You want yer Damien to cream yer insides?”
“Yes!” she wauls. “Do it! Paint my womb, you big bastard!”
That’s it, I’m a goner. With a throaty roar, I bury myself as deep as I can and let loose, pumpin’ spurt after spurt of hot Australian honey into her waitin’ womb. She squeals and shudders through her own massive climax, milkin’ me for all I’m worth.
As I finally pull out, I admire my handiwork – her swollen, dripping quim just gapin’ up at me like it’s missin’ somethin’. She collapses onto her belly’d spread eagle on the bonnet.
“Fuck me,” she mumbles, all hazy and satisfied. “I think I needed that.”
“Classic outback maintenance,” I say with a grin, tuckin’ myself away. “्षBet ya didn’t know trail ridin’ could be so much fun, eh?”
She chuckles and sits up, climbin’ down from the hood. “Thanks for the lesson, cowboy. Now you best get me to the pub before I stroke out on ya!”
The End.
