With every buck of her hips, she felt him deeper, her pussy walls clenching around him, eager to devour the legendary length that had eluded so many. Old Big Dick Patty’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned in pleasure, his grip tightening. “Fucking…fucking…fucking…” he murmured, the word a mantra that seemed to fuel his own arousal. Casey’s tits bounced in time with her movements, and he reached up to palm them, his rough calloused hands a stark contrast to her smooth, youthful skin. His touch sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her body, making her pussy clench even harder around him.
Their rhythm grew more frenzied as they gave themselves over to the primal dance of lust, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing through the otherwise silent field. Casey’s moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she approached the brink of orgasm. Old Big Dick Patty’s thrusts grew more urgent, his hips bucking up to meet her downward strokes. The air around them seemed to thicken with desire, the scent of sex mingling with the sweet aroma of the surrounding corn.
As she felt herself about to come, Casey leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. “Fuck me, Patty,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. He responded with a grunt, his strokes growing more powerful, his cock swelling even further within her. They were two bodies, lost in a tempest of pleasure, their movements a testament to the unbridled passion that surged between them. And as the sun reached its zenith, they climaxed together, their cries of ecstasy tearing through the quietude of the field like a tornado’s howl, leaving only the gentle rustling of the corn in its wake.
Their bodies entwined, they lay there for a moment, basking in the aftermath of their explosive union. Casey felt a sense of accomplishment, as if she had tamed the wild west itself, and Old Big Dick Patty, his chest heaving, looked at her with something akin to awe. He had shared his legendary gift with many, but never had he felt the raw, unbridled passion that burned within this young cowgirl. They lay there, their skin sticky with sweat and desire, the scent of sex and earth mingling with the sweetness of the corn. It was a moment that would be etched into Casey’s memory forever, a tale she would cherish and share in the whispers of her own legend.
Eventually, they disentangled themselves, their limbs heavy with satisfaction. Old Big Dick Patty pulled her up, his hands lingering on the curves of her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. “You’re a natural, darlin’,” he said, his voice gruff with pleasure. Casey blushed, the compliment warming her as much as the heat of the day. She knew that she had just experienced something that few could claim, a moment that would live on in the annals of their secret histories.
They made their way back to their respective ranches, their clothes hastily thrown on as if they were trying to capture the last vestiges of their encounter. As she walked away, Casey couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The legend of Old Big Dick Patty had been realized in the flesh, and she had been the one to ride him, to feel the full force of his legendary prowess. It was an encounter that would leave her craving more, eager to explore the depths of pleasure that lay in the fields of Texas under the watchful eye of the ever-present sun.
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