The Drifter - Part 2

I’m bleeding bad, my side on fire from the bullet graze, so I break into this deserted cabin deep in the woods, desperate for a place to hole up. The door creaks shut behind me, and that’s when I hear it—the unmistakable pump of a shotgun. I freeze, hands up, turning slow to face her: this stunning lonely wife with fire in her eyes, gun leveled right at my chest. Her name’s Sarah, curves that could stop a man dead, and damn if she doesn’t look like every fantasy I’ve jerked off to on the run. She’s wary at first, but I talk smooth, win her over as she helps patch my wound, her soft hands on my skin sending sparks straight to my cock. I tell her she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and she melts, receptive as hell. Before I know it, I’ve got her big tits in my mouth, sucking those hard nipples while she moans, then I spin her around, drop to my knees, and bury my face in her dripping pussy from behind, tongue-fucking her clit till her legs shake and she’s begging for more. She’s starving for it, this neglected wife—grabs my throbbing cock and backs her ass onto me, taking every inch doggy-style as I pound her tight, wet hole. We collapse onto the bed, her riding me hard, tits bouncing wild while she grinds down, milking my dick with her pussy till I’m ready to explode. But fuck, I had no clue she’s the sheriff’s wife... and my lingering gave that bounty hunter on my tail time to close in. Now it’s high noon outside, guns drawn in a quick-draw showdown—who’s walking away alive?