He appears to be in his early forties. He has broad shoulders and narrow hips from years of working from a saddle. He is wearing a wide brimmed cowboy...hat making him seem taller. The truck has 'Bar-B-D Ranch' on the door and the name 'Pard Dixler, owner' below that. "Howdy, where is Nikkie today?" Spade, pushes back his ball cap and says. "That depends on who is asking. Seems to me that a friend would know she works." The cowboy's face muscles twitch in anger. "Just who in hell are you, mister?. Something simple, feminine, and catchy. Then it came to her… Teen Girl, can’t get more simple than that.She took off her top, it needed an insignia. She took some clothing paint from her drawer, and with red paint she painted a big red T on the front of the top.Megan put on her top again. The paint would need to dry, but she could check out her completed look.Pigtails, a tight dark blue top, hot pants, and knee high boots. She looked and felt very sexy. Her nipples visibly hardened. She also. ”“Listen, I got some money; you can have it,” his voice cracked as he spoke.“Shut the fuck up, Mr. Lucky. Move your skinny white ass now,” she poked him again. “Go on now, right up under the bridge.” His heart leaped into his throat. There was something in her voice, anger, or perhaps something else, something darker. He was afraid for his life. Notwithstanding, he’d have to admit that this was the most excitement he’d ever had.“Now, you might think you can just run away, but think again, mofo.. His cock was inside this astonishing teen girls ass...her virgin ass. He drove his hips upwards, thrusting the full length of his cock inside her. She screamed, and he bucked his hips again. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "Jeeesus...fucking...christ!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide open. He reached up and grabbed her tits firmly, fully sensing the firmness of them in his hands. He drove insider her again, blurting out "oh fuck...I'm fucking your ass!" Ahhhhhhhh.