#main ⌨️ the sheriff

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@noflextogive​

Land surrounded him, horses, dogs, sheep, and all that had his attention was the shadowing man that walked around. He was resting,  laying on one of the two hammocks set for the simple taskof enjoying life, blue and comforttable, his body laid flat over the surface before he leaned forward.  Legs spread and feet landing on grass and soil. Large arm stretched forward and took hold of the otthe’s waistband pulling the man to sit down between his legs. “Set your ass still. Work is done.” Alexander whispered, hands sliding below shirt, and clothes deciding to trap them in caresses. “Just, stop moving.”

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open to bottoms.

context: your muse had a road car problem and needs assistance. 

“Needing help?” Alex asked, raising a brow and leaning his hat in his diection. He was sat over his horse, running through the road from town to his property, closer to his place farmore than the other when he found a man hitting the trunk of a car in frustration. Cars...they couldn’t  be trusted, could they? No.

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@boysofcharm​

Surrounded by trees and grass, Alexander couldn’t have had the best of ideas in the world with the head of his dick. No. People was passing by and hehad to collect himsel and breath, but oh, the stimulating push that it brought to him had no limits.

His body laid behind his lover, straddling his back as both sat over the bench. People saw a couple cuddling, talking, sharing space. But what they couldn’t see was how Alexander’s cock was deeply buried inside of them, and the little motions of his hips bringing silenced moans out of them. Lips wetting, he kissed his cheek, “make no sound, babe. And it’d be better...” he groaned with another thrust forward. Their back kept in the right angle so his cock could easily wandered their insides. Gods bless jockstraps and long shirts

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