Some of the rafters are low in the loft and I hang from one by my hulking palms, looming over Brooks. I study the cowboy’s spread legs and his open ass, which are both ready for my use.
Wearing nothing but his tan Stetson and his boots, he is splayed over a bale of hay on his back, perpendicular to me, and peers up at me with infiltrating desire in his hazel eyes; their allure telling me he can’t wait to have his bottom lodged with my c**k. The man begs, “Take a lick.”
I listen to him, draw my tongue up the smooth length of his d**k before positioning my lips over the head. I begin to suck him off like the good ranch hand that I am. My tongue ropes the head of his d**k and plays with its excess skin, works it up and down, and drives the cowboy into a mad frenzy as he cries out like a del
