In the stable, under the moon’s gentle glow, A cowboy and cowgirl in passion aglow. Boots off, hats tossed aside with a sigh, their bodies entwined as they look in each other’s eyes.
He traces her curves, from neck to thigh. She guides his hands with a coy little sigh. Strong, calloused fingers caress her breast as she unbuckles his belt with lips pressed.
His hardness springs free, long and proud. She grips it firmly, starts sliding up and down. Rough strokes, tight grip, a cowgirl’s hand job, Under the stars, the sounds of lust unfurl.
He groans low, fingers tangling in her hair, hips bucking, pleasure beyond compare. Faster, harder, she pumps and squeezes until he spills forth in heated streaks.
They collapse together, spent and sated. Two souls bound by pleasure that’s created
