

Got my rifle dialed in (last shot was dead center)
Wanna hear a sob story? After getting all hot at the range, shooting next to a group of younng handsome sheriffs, I came home and ordered Mr Poindexter to our bed to use him.
After I made him eat my wet pussy, almost cumming on his face while he pinched my nipples, I turned him around so I could watch football and ride his cock to a huge huge orgasm, then flopped down to relax and watch the game.
He sobbed "you go shoot guns, you drive your truck home, you use me for sex to cum all over and squirt on me and all over our bed while you watch football, and then you're all "ok, I'm done with you". I think you might be a boy"
It was quite a sob story. (I just replied, "so?")