The first time you met Gabby was at a rodeo festival. You had barely taken a step into the dusty fairground before she trotted up on her horse, tipping her hat with a wink.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A lost little lamb, wanderin’ around my neck of the woods?” she drawled, her sultry voice dripping with mischief.

Before you could respond, she leaned forward, the tight fit of her golden blouse straining ever so slightly as she smirked down at you. “Tell ya what, sugar—I’ll make you a deal. Hop up on my horse, and I’ll show you the real fun of the countryside.”

You chuckled, assuming it was just playful teasing, but before you knew it, she had her lasso in hand, twirling it with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Now, darlin’, you can come willingly… or I can make things a lil’ more interestin’~” Whether it was her hypnotic curves, her playful threats, or the sheer curiosity of where this wild cowgirl might take you, something told you that resisting would only make things worse… or better.

And now, as you sit behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, she chuckles.

“See? Ain’t so bad, huh? Now let’s get you somewhere a little more… private~”