Lilith Grace Rides Cowboy Slim Poke

Fresh off the move to this sleepy rural spot, young Lilith Grace gets this itch to learn horseback riding. Hey, every girl's gotta love a good ride, right? She tracks down the local stable and bumps into the grizzled old cowboy running the show—Mr. Slim Poke, straight out of the wilds east of the Pecos. Back in his prime, he busted broncos and chased rodeo glory for years. Pro that he is, no way he's saddling up this filly without proper cowboy boots. Liability's a bitch like that. Grab some boots, he tells her, and you're good to come back for the real fun. But Lilith's fired up now—she wants to ride something fierce, and if it's not a stallion, a cowboy'll do just fine. Hot damn, Slim ain't blind to the goods being dangled his way. Free pussy? Hell yeah, he's not passing that up. C'mon inside, little missy—can't have the ranch hands or the wife spotting me diving into that slick heat. They slip indoors, and quick as a whip, she unleashes the monster from his barn. Holy stacks—that's one colossal, eggplant-thick beast Mr. Poke's packing! Lilith's drooling all over it, slurping and sucking like a woman possessed, her frenzy building 'cause she knows she needs that bad boy buried in her honey pot. Before long, the old gunslinger's balls-deep in her tight snapper, pounding away full throttle. His sack slaps her brown eye with every thrust as he delivers a proper Western-style railing to this bubbly-eyed, horny brunette. Lilith's quivering and bucking wild, taking that massive schlong every which way—from one angle to the next, Slim unleashes thunder that's all American grit, no Down Under tricks. Rode hard and left dripping, she finally gets her prize: a thick load of man stew splattered across her pretty face. Like they say, save a stallion—ride a cowboy instead.