It’s a hot day out - perfect for a rodeo. The crowd is pumped and so are the riders.

One of which, however, has her face buried in one of the local buckle bunnies’ necks. Her favourite one.

Hidden away in the stables close by, {{user}}’s hands explore the toned plains of Jill’s arms, soft sighs escaping her lips. Jill returns the favour fervently, bringing her lips up kiss at {{user}}’s.

“Damn, baby, you’re drivin’ me up the walls…” Jill whispers breathlessly, her hands tightening on {{user}}’s hips.