Natalie Acres by Sex Retreat [Cowboy Sex 6]

the ultimate country girl look. To top it off, her red lips were painted and puckered, but the best part? Oh Lord help him. The best part was the pose.
    With one leg forward, one leg back, a hand placed in the curve of her waist and the other on the back of her head, Trixie was a screaming orgasm for the camera’s lens. Even her nipples were perfectly displayed. The hard beads pushed through the material as if to say, “Look at me.”
    Shucking his jeans, Cash reached inside his boxers and wrapped his small pecker in a closed fist.
    “I gotchas, babe,” he drawled, trying to sound sexy as he pumped his cock up and down, trying to provoke a rise.
    Fiddling with his prick, he sat on the bed, splayed his legs, and clutched her picture in his hand. “That’s right, honey bunch. Open that mouth. Ah yeah. Suck this cock. Hmm. Uh. Hmm. Uh.”
    Fuck! He couldn’t come like this. He was trying too hard to imitate those morons she apparently liked to screw.
    He released his dick and stared into the dark room. He studied the horse blankets covering what he’d determined must’ve once been a huge bay window, now all boarded up on the outside which was a real eyesore.
    He glanced down at his flaccid cock. Talk about a fucking eyesore.
    Rage settled in his veins as he considered the earlier event he’d missed. Why had Trixie come there? Why was she with those men? Were they expecting Mitch? Would he arrive soon?
    He had gained limited knowledge from his previous conversations with Mitch. Trixie was married to Brock Sheldon, a guy Mitch must’ve considered a friend at one time. Considering the ho-down he’d seen earlier—he laughed aloud at his connotation—he could assume the big guy on the receiving end of that magnificent blow job must’ve been Brock. Too much familiarity existed between Trixie and her blow job recipient.
    His cock twitched when he revisited that sexy scene when the guy throwing it to her—he couldn’t help but chuckle again—came in her mouth. Cash had received a few blows in his lifetime but never once, not one time that he could recall, had a woman swallowed his cum.
    His balls throbbed then as he imagined Trixie on the bed there with him. Had she slept with Pratchert there? When Stephen had abducted her, had he taken her here on this mattress, in this very bed?
    Collapsing against a stack of pillows, he closed his eyes and grabbed hold of his cock again. This time, he had an erection.
    He was delighted when his cock moved restlessly in his palm like the damn thing was spooked or something. His penis became longer and thicker and to his surprise he was feeling confident again. Before long, he’d be able to deliver a pretty powerful punch with this kind of weapon between his legs.
    “What a woman,” Cash said, fantasizing. She’d practically breathed new life into his once-dead masculine member. “I knew we’d be good together, baby mama.”
    Oh yes. She was the one. She would soon mother his children. They’d start a family together and live happily ever after.
    An evil laugh resounded, one he barely recognized as his own. Had Stephen Pratchert thought the same? Had he planned beyond a hookup? Probably not. The man couldn’t see tomorrow for hanging on too tightly to the years that had passed him by. What the hell had Pratchert been thinking anyway? He didn’t have a damn thing to offer Trixie.
    Cash, on the other hand, had it going on. He pumped faster and faster, recalling how one of the men had ridden Trixie from behind, taking her doggie style. He’d pulled that hair of hers and she’d hollered until she’d cried, but she’d enjoyed the fucking.
    God yeah, she’d liked it. He could tell by the way she bounced over one man’s cock while ramming her bottom against another.
    His penis shuddered. Man, there was some heavy action down there today. He pulled faster and with firmer yanks. He stuck his thumb in the corner of his mouth and moistened the digit. Then, when he was ready to