She Wants A Real Cowboy Pt 17

Ace (21 yrs.) is ranked 12th this year with the "Professional Bull Riders" (PBR). He broke his left ankle early in the season. The "Wheeler" invitational comes to his hometown. Ace draws the bull named, "Force of One" for his first ride on Friday night. He climbs into the bucking shoot. The animal is set loose and Ace stays on for 8-seconds. He jumps off the bull and lands on that ankle. He limps out of the arena. The judges give him a score of 88 points. He moves onto the second round.

Quinn (28 yrs.) is a dark red-head with an incredible body (38-24-36). She's the ex-wife of Clint a PBR board member. He is a close friend of Ace too. Quinn sits in the VIP box-seat with wives of other the PBR board members. She wears a black cowboy hat, matching jeans and boots. She wears a dark-blue blouse too.

Quinn watches Ace through her binoculars. He limps and takes off the helmet. His natural-curly hair breaks free. That boyish face has a dimple on the right cheek.

She whispers, "I just got a divorce Ace."

Later that night. Quinn goes to Ace's hotel room. His cowboy boot blocks the door open. Her hand pushes open that door and step's inside.

Quinn asks, "Ace, are you here? Clint sent you a message."

The bathroom door is open and she pushes it a little further. She looks into a large mirror which reflects off the shower. Ace steps out and wipes down his wet body. He shakes his bushy-brown hair. A surgery scar stretches down the neck and past his collar-bone. It's from a bull riding accident.

He even has a bushy-brown crotch above his fat cock and big balls. He quickly looks into the mirror and Quinn backs away from the door.

She whispers, "Holy Shit."

It's Saturday evening and the second round of bull riding. Quinn sits in the VIP box again and looks through her binoculars. A finger taps her left shoulder. She's surprised that Ace is sitting next to her. He wears a clean t-shirt and wrangler jeans.

He asks, "Hey Quinn, is Clint around?"

She answers, "I was told the PBR has him in Texas. A big meeting."

He says, "Okay, thanks."

She answers, "Aren't you supposed to ride?"

He replies, "My ankle isn't up to it. I dropped out."

Quinn's eyes quickly glance down at his crotch.

He says, "Clint isn't returning my messages. Sorry, I forgot about the divorce."

He stands up and lightly-limps away.

She asks, "Where you going?"

He answers, "Back to my hotel room. You know where it is. You were there last night."

She's surprised, "What? No, I wasn't."

Both of their eye's meet for a few seconds.

He says, "I saw you in the bathroom mirror."

He smiles and walks away.

Later inside Ace's hotel room. His iPhone is on the chair and it plays "classic" country music. The only light comes from the lamp on the small table.

Ace and Quinn are both naked and on top of the bed. She lays on her back with both legs spread open. They are not bent, but spread out across the bed. Her head pushes against a large pillow. The hair falls over her face. Both of her hands grip the top bed sheet.

His bushy-head is in-between her legs. His left middle finger is digging deep into her pink cunt. He also has a large and fat tongue. He licks the folds of her pussy lips - like some animal. He's all over the place. There is a taste in every fold of those lips.

The fat tongue always finds its' way back to licking her pink hole.

Quinn responds, "Annnhh.... Uh-Uh-Annnnh.... Anh-Anh-Anh.... Annnh.!!"

Ace's eyes look up at her huge tits as they jiggle.

His large tongue slowly slides up the left side of her lips. He does this multiple times.

She screams, "Uh-Annnnhh.... Annnh.... Uh-Annnhh-Uh-Uhh.... Annnnnh.!"

His finger keeps digging. The big tongue finally licks all the way up and targets her clitoris. That tongue goes up the other side ending again at the wet clitoris.

She replies, "Annh-Annhh.... Annnnh-Annnnhh.... Anh-Uh-Uhh-Anhh.!"

Both of her thighs begin to shake as an orgasm - shoots through her body.

His fat tongue concentrates on the clitoris.

She screams, "Uhh-Annnnnh.. Annnnnnhh.. Anh-Anh-Annnnnhh.!!"

Her thighs stop shaking.

She breathes, "Ace. I came. I came big.!!"

5 Minutes later. Ace sits on the edge of the bed. His knees spread open with the bottom legs dangling. He leans back on both elbows with his hands gripping the bed sheet. His bushy-head is thrown back with the eyes closed.

Quinn kneels on the carpet in between his legs. Her left hand is wrapped around his thick 6-inch cock. That hand is pushed down to his crotch which is also bushy. Her right-hand fingers pull on his big balls. Her wet lips clamp tightly around his shaft. They slide up and down without loosening their grip.

He responds, "Aww-Fuck... Aww-Fuck-Yeahh... Yeahhhh... Yeahhh... Fuckk!!"

She doesn't stop... Up-and-Down... Up-and-Down... Up-and-Down.

He opens his eyes who looks down at her working over his shaft.

He grunts, "Yeah... Yeahhhh... Work-My-Cock... Fuckk... Work-It.!!"

She goes faster, but never loosening her grip... Up-Down... Up-Down... Up-Down.

He replies, "Aww-Yeahhh... Yeahhhh... Fuck-Yeahhhh... Aww-Fuuuckk.!!"

Her strong wet lips keep going... Up-Down... Up-Down... Up-Down.

He grunts, "Yeah-Yeahh... Yeah-Yeahhhh... Here-It-Cums... It's Cumming.!!!"

Ace explodes, "Uhh-Ahhhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhh... Ahhhh-Ahhhhhhhh..!!!"

He falls back onto the bed as she holds his cock inside of her mouth.

He breathes hard, "S-Shit. Shit. You're a porn-star. A Goddamn porn-star."

The next morning. Ace is laying on his stomach under the bed covers. He quickly wakes up and looks around. Quinn is gone. He throws off the covers and climbs from the bed naked.

As he walks toward the bathroom. He notices Quinn's thong hanging on the arm chair. He reaches and picks it up with his fingers.

He chuckles, "Thanks, but I'm not gonna wear this Quinn."