Cowboy Menage (MFM BBW Cowboy Threesome Erotica)

“Come with me, little lady”

Julia started the Pacific Crest Trail to get away from the world, to enjoy life and escape her ass of a fiancé, but instead she finds herself starving, thirsty and near death when she’s rescued by a genuine boots-and-all cowboy. This guy isn’t like the man pencil she just escaped from, oh no. This is a real man, a bronzed and self-sustaining man of the land.

Back at the ranch, Julia’s shocked to discover there’s a second, even hotter and more rugged cowboy who seems just as eager to get her clothes off. She swears both of them are checking her out, but surely not. After all, she’s just a curvy city girl. But nothing comes from nothing, so Julia decides to take a bold step and invite the two cowboys to help her in a very special way – hard, bareback and together for one really wild ride…

Taboo fantasies become reality in this quick and steamy romance from a female point of view. No cliffhanger. Strictly for adults only. Contains group MFM action including multiple penetration, light bondage and more.

From best-selling, top 100 erotic author Jacqueline D Cirque.

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EXCERPT
Even Brock’s swagger is hypnotic. I can’t help looking at his butt cheeks pressing together under that denim, thinking about what kind of ___ he has and how good it would be to have it buried deep inside me. Then I’m thinking about both of them, both men hovering over me, kissing me, ______ me until I scream.
Brock directs me to the shower. The hot water and steam against my skin is incredible. I use the soap and shampoo, staying under the water until my skin starts to prune and I step from the shower like a puffy pink apple.
I think of the two men again, knowing it’s not going to happen.
Why not?
That damn inner voice again.
You know why.
You’re not even going to try?
It’s right. What do I have to lose here but a bit of dignity?
I can do this.
It’s official, I’ve lost it as I strut back out into the living room with a towel around my freshly pampered body.
Brock is sitting on a recliner, rolling tobacco. Ward watches the whiskey in his glass sway back and forth in his hand. It takes them a second to notice me, but when they do…
“Miss Julia?”
I let the towel drop.
Here I am.