<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Marguerite_Tuerny01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 1, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatright"> (http://saucysw.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/naked-backbend.jpg)</div>She swallowed his length without hesitation when he forced himself down her throat. She displayed no hint of a gag or resistance as she gulped down every inch he forced on her, and she kept right on sucking as she did so.  She was happy to see the tiger she'd unleashed - glad to see the gentleman was also a man.  Her delicate chin beat against his balls, and she got ready to suck him dry.  And then he pulled himself free.  When he pulled away against the suction of her hot mouth and the grip of both her hands, she expected a mess to follow - a mess, most likely to be spewn over her face and across her bare tits.<br/><br/>But he surprised her.  Instead of spewing the contents of his loaded balls, he shoved her back and tore down her pants.  Still on her knees, she was now laying back spread for him, open and receptive.  And she received him quickly and well.  Her hot sex was moist, almost feverishly hot, and snug against his invading girth.  Slick membrane parted for him, embraced him, sucked at his raging manhood.  Moaning wordlessly, she arched her pert bottom up off her heels and ground herself into his urgent thrusts.  Slippery ridges and flexible sheathes of elastic muscle embraced him, pulling at his thick dick, sucking at it, milking it as she pressed the back of her arms and hands into the ground beside her thrown-back head. Bucking up into him, flexing and grinding, she took him - she took all of him. Feminine groans and squeals punctuated her breathless panting as their bodies joined.<br/><br/>Abruptly, they were interrupted by a blast of sunlight - Tom was at the flap of the tent the sun blazing in behind him.  "<strong>Ten minute."</strong>He proclaimed loudly.<strong>"You stop now."</strong><br/><br/>The Big Rooster was right behind him, and the smaller man grabbed up one of the water pails she had so laboriously hauled from the well.<strong>"Time up!"</strong>He declared vehemently before throwing the water into and through Nate's face - chilling and soaking their panting bodies.<strong>"You go!  Get out my woman!  Out my tent!"</strong>He ordered harshly.<br/><br/>She was neither of mind or position to stop, but she did slow her flexing, clenching and grinding response to his thrusts.  She gave him a vague, tired smile.<strong>"Sorry Cowboy."</strong>She murmured in her sultry, soothing voice.<strong>"Maybe we can finish next time."</strong>She lay there passively as she waited for him to finish and dismount.  Nate.. that was his name.  She hadn't had a chance to answer when he growled her name.  It had taken her a moment to remember his, and then they were interrupted.