Cowgirls

Adriana Chechik and Shyla Jennings have been dating a year. Shyla's finally got Adriana at the cabin, where the land is hard and the work harder. Shyla fits right in—she's the one hauling feed and splitting logs. Adriana tries in those impossible heels and manicured hands, swinging an axe like she’s swatting flies. When it’s time to water the garden, the hose bucks in her grip and drenches her silk top, tight nipples pressing through the soaked fabric. Shyla doubles over laughing, then pulls her inside. She peels off the dripping clothes, towel in one hand, mouth on Adriana’s neck. “You’re a useless farmhand,” she murmurs, lips sliding lower. Fingers trace wet skin. Adriana’s breath catches when Shyla spreads her open on the kitchen table, licking the chill from her thighs, tongue flicking over that perfect swollen clit. They end up on the floor, thighs locked, hips grinding, Shyla’s hand working Adriana until her voice breaks and her cunt pulses around those fingers. Shyla kisses the pout off her mouth. “Stay cute,” she says. Adriana keeps that promise with every moan.