The Old West

She's my penis packing pussy
She's the holster for my gun
We cum together for the shoot-out
In the darkness or the sun

When I arrive I'm fully loaded
And my pistol is concealed
She always has my holster
Neither of us has to yield

I lubricate the holster
And massage the trigger place
It's becoming hot and supple
As it straddles on my face

My pistol's out and ready
It's a magnum forty-four
Just right for her holster
We're a part of western lore

She straps me on and I'm all in
It's a fully fitting feat
I holster and unholster
This fast action causes heat

I feel the holster squeezing
On my gun, both loose and tight
It's getting wetter on the inside
Now's the time to end the fight

Things are getting serious
It is time to draw and test
I empty all my load on her
From her vulva to her breast

Now that the duel's over
Must now pause to load my gun
Then once again into her holster
And we'll ride off in the Sun