He spanked me briskly. He dug his tongue into me—unbelievable euphoria. My hands dug into the thick, plush comforter, and I groaned. I didn’t mind his sounds, either: heavy slurping, loud smacks on my ass, and Cord murmuring into me.
Soon he took his face from my rear and pulled a condom from his jeans, slipping it over his nine inches of rock. He said, “You know you’re ready for this, right?”
I grunted something unintelligible, giving him permission to ride me.
“It may hurt,” he warned, pushed my legs farther apart, and did what every Oklahoma cowboy does with another cowboy when they’re naked together.
And hurt it did, when just one inch of his condom-covered fencepost pushed between my bulbous buttocks to press inside me. Two inches caused immediate, fresh pain to spike through me.
