Chapter 179

Everything about the cowboy is chiseled and hot. As he sits in the clear stream, rolling an orange bar of soap over his dark-golden skin, I study his hazel eyes as they reflect brilliantly in the evening’s light. The cowboy’s muscles are lined with hard veins that cover his pumped limbs like the lines on a map. He has wet blond hair grazing his abs and pecs. As I lick my lips and feel something stir within my Wrangler’s, my eyes gawk at the two hard nipples that are covered with white suds on the man’s bulky chest. Slowly, the cowboy rinses in the clear water, stands up, spreads his legs, and begins to lather up his firm thighs.