I grew up with cowboys of old. (As in cowboys of the 1950's movies. Not the real cowboys of old. I don't find a time without A/C slash disposable pads that awesome, but still.)
When I think of a cowboy, I still think about gunslingers riding horses, saloon doors swinging, good guys riding off into the sunset with the beautiful overly dressed woman of his dreams. And in a way, I think that feeling has still survived. Even if they're no longer tobacco spitting, weeks without a bath, toothless fellows, I still think I can find a hardworking man sexy as hell. All in all, whether immortalized in old movies or riding bucking bulls today, thank God for cowboys!
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Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection. Archives
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