“Rance, I’m not sure about this.” Tabatha's nerves wrangled her mind into a slight panic. “Sorry, no refunds.” He chuckled and moved closer. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be right next to you the whole time.” With his hands on her waist, he lifted her onto the bull. She had to hike up her skirt to get her leg over the saddle horn. He stood close, not hiding that he stared at her legs. “Nice,” he murmured and gave her a smile that heated her blood and tingled into her nipples, tightening them into needy, painful points. He noticed them, smiled, and winked. The promise of pleasure in his gaze made her catch her breath as her pussy flooded with moisture.
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