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the back of her throat. She tried to make a sound, but could only gasp as Clint pulled out and quickly impaled her with every last inch of his hardness. Once inside, Clint pulled her down and pushed up into her a little more. Dot’s body reacted instantly as her pussy tightened around him and an orgasm swept all the way down to the tips of her toes.
    â€œOh, God, Clint,” she sighed. “Oh, God.”
    Just when Clint thought her orgasm had run its course, he began to move in and out of her again. Within seconds, Dot’s body started to shake again and she breathed as if she’d just run two miles in an uphill race. This time, Dot clenched her eyes shut and leaned down so her breasts were pressed against Clint’s chest. He could feel her shaking, so he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over so they were both lying on their sides.
    Keeping one arm wrapped around Dot’s shoulders, Clint reached down to cup Dot’s tight little backside. She draped one leg over his side and buried the other leg into the hay, which allowed her to keep moving without forcing him to come out of her. Both of them fell a bit deeper into the hay, but neither of them noticed. Clint was too busy driving his cock into her again and again, while Dot tried to catch her breath as another climax rushed through her body.
    Clint was always amazed at the tightness of Dot’s body. From the muscles under her skin to the warm pussy that enveloped him, Dot had a way of wrapping around Clint’s body like a second skin. As she let out a loud groan, Dot wriggled just the right way to push Clint over the edge. He exploded inside of her with one more thrust. After that, he barely had the strength to move.
    Dot pulled in a deep breath and let it out as she rolled onto her back. “You sure I can’t get you to stay for a while longer?” she asked.
    Clint let out a breath as well and replied, “I can’t even recall why I wanted to leave in the first place.”

FOUR
    Fortunately, Clint didn’t see a good reason why he should hurry away from town as if he were carrying some sort of vital information to a battlefield somewhere. All he needed to do was take a look at the tightly wrapped package that had been sent over to the stable to recall just how important his mission was.
    In most respects, Clint was glad he’d accepted Ned’s job offer. It was good money and was a whole lot better than some of the other jobs he’d taken over the years. Clint made his preparations, had a hearty supper, and spent his last night with Dot in a real bed. When the sun rose the next morning, Eclipse was saddled and ready to go.
    â€œYou sure that’s just a picture of Ned’s shop?” Dot asked as she tightened one of the buckles of the Darley Arabian’s saddle.
    Since he trusted her with the saddle and didn’t want to mess up such an easy job, Clint tied Ned’s parcel onto Eclipse’s back himself. After wrapping the parcel in his bedroll, Clint used a few lengths of rope to keep the parcel in place so it could hang over Eclipse’s left flank like an oversized saddlebag. He may have gone a little overboard with the arrangement, but that parcel sure wasn’t going to fall anytime soon.
    â€œIt’s just a picture,” Clint assured her.
    â€œI don’t recall any photographer setting up outside of Ned’s barbershop.”
    Clint didn’t have to act to put the annoyed tone in his voice when he said, “I wasn’t here when it was taken. All I know is Ned had it done and went on about the expensive frame and glass he got to protect it.”
    â€œFine, fine. That man always was a little squirrelly.”
    Clint chuckled when he heard that and fought like hell to say anything that might strengthen that opinion of hers. If Ned hadn’t seemed like a good enough sort who was paying him so well, Clint might have let something slip about the barber’s