Fetish: Cactus Creek Saloon (8/8)
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Author: ulysses Published: 6/30/2006 story views: 13570
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my asshole for him when I felt his cock palpitating like a heart and began thrusting myself onto him. He squeezed my buns roughly with his large hands and moaned as cum gushed from his dick like water from a broken fire hydrant. He immediately turned me over, got onto his knees, and worked my cock around in his mouth. It didn’t take very long for me to reach the point of orgasm and cum because his expert tongue washed across my head and shaft like a soft sponge.
“I warned you that Reno Dakota was a lot to handle,” he panted, burying his head into my cum-soaked lap.
“I didn’t hire you because I thought you would be,” I answered. I took off his hat and played with his sweaty hair, never wanting to move from that position.
After a short rest, Reno got up and clothed himself. I did the same, but decided that I had to stay and finish the work that he had thankfully interrupted. As he was ready to shut the door behind him, he smiled and said, “See you after work tomorrow, right?”
“That’s right, Reno Dakota. You’re full-time now.”
He winked at me and shut the door.