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Story: Possessive Cowboy
His eyes grow dangerous and dark. He pulls me from the chair, removing his jacket and spreading it out over the floor of the barge beneath us. Then he pushes me down, back against the jacket. Still standing, he slowly unbuckles his belt and then his jeans too.
He takes his cock out and before I know it, he’s on the ground too, crouching above me. His hands push my skirt up my thighs, pulling my underwear to the side, and then he’s driving inside of me, rough and hard.
“Now do you remember?” he says harshly in my ear. “Do you remember who you belong to?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Damn straight.”
He takes his cock out and before I know it, he’s on the ground too, crouching above me. His hands push my skirt up my thighs, pulling my underwear to the side, and then he’s driving inside of me, rough and hard.
“Now do you remember?” he says harshly in my ear. “Do you remember who you belong to?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Damn straight.”