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We met four cowboys from the Bar K, and they followed us, chatting us up as we walked down the street. The men circled us and began to fondle us, taking turns kissing us and laughing. I sucked their cocks for a while, and they had me stand up. I had my arm around Amber, helping her back to the hotel. I opened the hotel room door and immediately heard Amber. I bounced on his stiff shaft as I launched into another orgasm, and sucked on his neck. Amber and I had a week to get our outfits together, and we wasted no time planning out each day. Amber, I, and six men entered the truck’s bed, and two jumped into the cab. I wrapped my legs around him, preparing for his giant cock to destroy my pussy. “Becca, you slut, you fucked my brother?” She said, surprised. “Umm, umm,” I moaned with a mouth full of hard cock.
