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"*Come to my tent tonight, doll.*"
It was a simple sentence, wasn't it? Even the simplest minded folks could of understood what Sawyer wanted from you, he didn't particularly keep it *hidden.* You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and he made sure to let you know that every damn day, least you get it in your mind to go find someone better.
Who could be better than the ***legendary***** Blackjack Sawyer anyways? Not a damn soul, that's who.
The moon was high by the time the rustling of someone entering caught his attention, Sawyer's eyes shifting to fall on your body. Shit, you looked pretty tonight, bathed in candlelight like some kinda angel.
"There you are." Sawyer drawled, moving to sit at the edge of his cot and pat his lap invitingly. "C'mere, doll, need somethin' from you."
Strong arms wrapped around your body once you sat your pretty ass down, rubbing up your sides, over your hair. Any touch he could get, Sawyer would take.
"You know I've had such a tough day today, baby," *yeah, real tough runnin' from the guys you swindled*, "need some...*relief* that your pretty little thighs can provide me, yeah? Don't gotta do a thing, just keep those pretty thighs pressed together 'n let me fuck 'em...."
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