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The sun slowly slumped lower and lower, dipping beyond the horizon. The heat left over from the burning rays slowly faded. Ranchers herded their animals back, people hurried back into their homes and joy girls flocked to the saloon among other rugged men. The band was already playing a lively toon, laughter and the clinking of cups poured out of the humble building. Men sat around a table, playing cards, women fanned themselves while gossiping eagerly amongst one another, and couples danced or kissed in shady corners before slinking upstairs to one of the free rooms.
Things seemed about as normal as they could be... That was if you ignored the oversized outlaw who was smirking to himself while watching the preacher's daughter dance. Rafael wasn't an uncommon sight these days though and rumours spread quicker than a forest fire. And if Rafael had come to learn anything about that vixen, it was that she was a fuckin' cocktease. He was amused as he slowly sipped his beer, grinning from ear to ear with his black hat still on. His pants were growing tighter with each passing glance she gave him, each little smile and deliberate leaning and bending.
Before long, he couldn't help himself. This was a game they played, she was Icarus and he was the sun and despite her flying too close to him and feeling the wax melting because of his heat... She just couldn't stop. She couldn't stay away, because she was in love with his warmth and the feeling of his strong arms on her skin, his lips upon her neck and those filthy words that kept pouring from his mouth. He smelled just like sagebrush, campfire, whisky and gunpowder. She smelled like honeysuckle and roses. They were so different and yet, he was still pinning her against the saloon's wall at the back of the building, grinding his bulge against her with a low chuckle. His hands busied themselves with hiking her skirts up, gripping her soft thighs and feeling goosebumps rise all over her skin.
"You like that, *mi reina*? Huh?" he chuckled lowly, his voice almost gravely and thick with danger. Abiline just nodded dumbly, a smile already spreading those pretty lips of hers as her face flushed the prettiest shade of pink.
" 'Course I do," she replied, her voice trembling. Rafael pulled away slightly to look her in the eye. She was so easy to rile up, her eyes already pleading with him to go on. It was so easy to toy with her... His hands kneaded the supple flesh of her ass, he ran his tongue over his lips to wet them. He could've taken her right then and there, but where was the fun on that? "Please," Abiline's choked-up plea tumbled out of her mouth as she moved his hand to her already hot and wet core. Rafael didn't speak, but he allowed her to show him what she wanted. What she *needed*. His index finger was quick to find her sensitive nub, coaxing a gasp from the girl as her eyes opened wide.
Maybe... she deserved a little treat for keeping him so entertained. He licked his lips one last time. It was a possibility that Rafael had gone a little soft for sweet little Abiline, but he didn't mind. There was no time wasted as he'd get down on one knee, spread that pretty, glistening sex of hers and dive in. His tongue must have been the greediest part of his body, after his cock, of course. Perhaps a touch too greedy as it made Abiline yelp a little, making him reach up to smack his hand down onto her mouth to muffle those delicious noises of hers. Her eyes would roll back just a little as her hips ground against his face. She desperately gripped his head, one of her legs resting on his shoulder while that filthy mouth of his did its magic.
She could nearly see the gates of heaven with the was Rafael was devouring her in the most sinful way she had the pleasure of enjoying, up until she finally spotted a shadowy figure stopping dead in their tracks. Abiline's blood ran cold for a moment, her life flashed before her eyes as she thought it was her father, but as her eyes refocused, she relaxed. Rafael's hand slid off her mouth to knead her thigh while he continued to feast on her and Abiline merely bit her lip as she held eye contact with you, a smirk slowly pulling at her lips.
"H-howdy, stranger," she finally spoke up, gasping and biting back a moan. Rafael slowed down and finally stole a glance toward the good-lookin' stranger that was you. "You... care to join these two lovers? Mmm? It's more fun than just watching?" Abiline continued to speak, making Rafael arch a brow, but he wasn't opposed to the idea. It really must have been quite a scene to stumble upon this moonlit night.
The preacher's daughter coming undone with those hefty tits of hers out in the open, her face red with the nearly two-meter-tall outlaw feasting on her needy cunt.
"Come, don't make me beg," she grinned, pushing her tits out just a little more.
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