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She wanted to climb him like a jungle gym on a playground, but with the things that had just been put on her arms and legs, she didn’t think she would be able to. It was tempting to try anyway.

Holy shit… is he proportional?

Mina couldn’t help it. Even though he was staring directly at her, watching every nuance of the changes in her facial expression, she looked at his dick. Or, at least, what she could see of it. There was a very, very, very big bulge at the front of his jeans.

Oh my.

Her pussy clenched, and her bottom tightened around the plug at the same time. The plug which suddenly seemed inadequate for stretching her appropriately.

His deep chuckle made her look up again, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire, because he obviously knew that she’d been checking out his package. Yet, under the circumstances, even though she was a little embarrassed, she didn’t feel like melting into the floor or anything… nope, she’d much rather just get his jeans off and start exploring.

But it wasn’t up to her.

Which just made her even hotter.

“Okay, little hucow. Let’s get you to the barn.”

Mina whimpered, pressing her thighs together as her clit ached for relief that didn’t seem like it was going to appear any time soon.

CHAPTER 5

Mina

The ride to the barn wasn’t comfortable for a multitude of reasons, and it took a lot longer than she expected. After the first few minutes, she started to suspect that maybe her Brawny Cowboy was purposefully taking a more circuitous route. Maybe to make it seem more like her book fantasy.

Though, riding in the truck to get to the barn hadn’t really featured heavily into her fantasy. And she didn’t have anyone to talk to. But she wasn’t bored either.

Just incredibly, incredibly horny.

Looking down at the coverings on her legs and arms, which had an adorable black-and-white cow pattern on them, she’d been fascinated by the lengths to which the Ranch had gone to in order to fully fulfill her fantasy. The sheaths went over her knees and her elbows, which meant she’d be able to crawl if she needed to, but she could walk upright pretty comfortably as well. She was otherwise naked, but she didn’t mind that.

It had been exciting to be naked in front of so many people. To not even know how many people were there. How many had seen her. Touched her.

And then he’d come along.

Looking down, she couldn’t miss how dark red her nipples were. They still stood out from her chest, tightly budded from all the pinching and pulling and suckling. Just thinking about it made her press her thighs together.

The bench she was sitting on pressed her tail plug firmly into her bottom. That part wasn’t too bad, except when they hit a bump, and that felt as good as it did uncomfortable.

The worst part was how aroused she was and how utterly unable she was to do anything about it. The arm covers went all the way down to her hands. There were pads for her palms – and her knees on the leg covers – so that she would be able to easily crawl on all fours if she wanted to. Or if her Brawny Cowboy required her to.

Just thinking about that made her feel even more aroused. It didn’t help that she was imagining crawling in front of him, her tail swishing back and forth in her bottom, her breasts hanging down beneath her.

But because they were meant to help her crawl on the ground, the pads were not something she wanted to touch her pussy with. The side that touched her palm was padded with soft cushioning, the side that would be touching the ground reminded her of blunted soccer cleats.

Despite that, there was a part of her that was tempted to try, though she wasn’t sure how it would work. The amount that she’d have to spread her legs open just to get her hand between them… and then she wasn’t even sure how it would feel. She was starting to become more desperate from her increasing arousal when the truck and trailer finally came to a stop.

Mina sat up, the little bell around her neck clanging softly. She was strapped to the side of the trailer around her waist, which was acting like a seatbelt. She couldn’t get up, but she did her best to crane her neck to try and see out the slits that served as windows. They were so high up that even if she wasn’t so damn short, she probably wouldn’t have been able to see out of them.

Now that they were here, she didn’t have to wait long.

The double doors at the back of the trailer opened and there he was, her big, brawny mountain of a cowboy.

“Hey, little hucow,” he said, seeming to relish the words. As endearments went, some women might object, but for Mina it just felt like he was really there with her in the fantasy. “Let’s get you unstrapped.”

The trailer rocked slightly as he hoisted himself up and in, coming over to crouch down and undo the strap around her. She lifted her arms up to help him see better.

“Moo,” she said mischievously, making him chuckle.

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