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“Ohh shit.. Look at you, Babe-” Sam rasps from behind you, a kiss grazing against the back of your neck, a cool drag of a lip ring leaving a subtle prick, forcing the hairs on your skin to stand up. Your lips purse into a frowny pout, fingers curling against the dusty wooden windowsill right above his bed. A soft keen hums up from your throat, your head tipping forward to carefully bump into the glass of the window, back arching just that little bit more, hips rolling a careful rock against Sam’s knuckles.

A warm hand glides up your lower back, ceasing in the middle to give a press, forcing that arch into something nearly painful, your cheek now smushing against the cool glass. “Fuck.. That’s hot… You’re such a slut-” Sam breathes, chuckling at the tail end of his sentence. His tone is boyish, the usual sweet ray of sunshine just creeping through the heavily arousal-laced rasp. If you listened closely, you’d surely nearly hear an inkling of awkwardness just flicking into it all - After all, he was usually such a sweet lover. 

You don’t have time to ponder it, really, not with the way two of his long and deft fingers jam themselves into your weeping cunt, already squelching with dribbles of slick and arousal. It pools a cream-tainted mess around his knuckles, saturating whatever jewellery he still had on, a ring gone all slippery on his finger and bracelet beads surely turning sticky with the way your pussy cries down his wrist. You breathe out a long, whimper-filled sigh, the glass beneath your face heating up with your breath, droplets of condensation already beginning to form.

Your fingers flex against the window ledge, tongue licking up saliva that dares to nearly dribble down your chin, a careful, slightly bleary eye craning to see Sam in your peripherals. The room is dim, save for the careful shine of his desktop casting a dull light through the space, showing off the divots and curves etched into Sam’s slender frame. It's enough to illuminate the pair of you, enough for any… Potential outside onlookers to see your naked self arch back on your boyfriend's fingers.

“Imagine someone walkin’ out and seeing this..” Sam trails off, it's almost like he reads your mind. Your gaze moves to the outside world, washed in darkness, the barest glint of warmth coming from the saloon just a short walk away. “What would they think..” He ponders on, dragging his free palm up and down the expanse of your back, “Showin’ yourself off like this.. Look- Getting fucked up against the window for anyone to see, doin’ whatever I want-  Yeah, you want someone to see you.. Y’so gross..” In response, you whine a sound of defiance, struggling to shake your head at him, the barest little ‘no..’ cutting up your throat.

“Hahh.. Dunno- You’re clenchin’ on my fingers..” Sam trails off, that free hand grazing up your navel, careful over your tummy, cupping one of your tits in a handful, kneading the flesh like a toy. The digits lodged in your cunt curl and squelch, giving a few hard flicks for good measure. Your arousal makes a mess of his wrist, forced up with his rough fucks. “Sooo so wet, see? You like this, don’t ya? Like it when I'm rough with you? Yeah? Fuckin’ slut..” It's embarrassing just how much the nasty names have an effect on you, how they spark a zap in your brain and a pulse of arousal in your pussy, kissing squeezes against those fingers of his again.

“Sammyyyy..” Your tone is wobbly, edging almost on a beg, twisted up in a muddled plea born out of embarrassment. Pitiful. That's how you felt, at the mercy of Sam and his will, pressed up against his bedroom window, face-first into the glass, hyper-focused on any movement that disturbs the outside peace, all while showing off your dumb, slack-jawed, open-mouthed, fucked out face.

“What, huh? Havin’ second thoughts?” It's a jabbing tease, “Suddenly regretting this? What happened to the little slut from earlier, hnm? ‘Ohh Sammy- It’ll be fun, Baby I promise’~ Heh.. You wanted this..” He mimics you, all babyish and condescending, punctuating his mocking with a rolling pinch to your nipple and a rough beckoning of fingers within your squeezy cunt. “Wanted to ‘do it’ on the window, wanted to show off how much of a whore you are- Hohh fuck.. Y’like it when I call you names, right? Yeah, you do.” The usual goofster ties those filthy words around his tongue like a cherry stem only to spit them out right in your face. 

“Hmnn.. n-nuh uh.” You airily try to bite back, try to prove him wrong, but how could you? Despite it all, no matter how much you denied it, you got off on the hot sear of mortification, the attempts to jab at your self-consciousness, throbbing arousal at the shame that could come with someone seeing a grossly horny slut like you.

“No?” You can hear the grin that tugs at Sam’s pierced lips, like he’d been faced with some sort of challenge, “Trying to prove me wrong?” His fingers slow, earning a sound from you that could only be described as something.. Woefully desperate. 

“Wait- waitwait-” Your throat cracks around the outward cry, already mourning the loss of pressure and friction, dejectedly pressing your sweat-dampened forehead to the cool surface of the window. Sam retracts his fingers with a slight chuckle, wiping away the leftover juices of your cunt on your skin, leaving a slick and quickly cooling streak in his wake. You hum out a sobby sound, squirming your hips in a desperate plea for friction, sneaking a peek behind you, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes. 

You have to stifle your excitement, still the jump of your heart at the clank of Sam’s belt buckle, with the way he fists into his pants to fish out his weepy cock, that flushed, pierced tip glinting with pre cum and the metallic flash of his dydoe. You keep your lips wobbling, sulky with want.

“Y’look so dumb..” He tilts his head at you, idly tugging a few strokes to his cock. You bite into your lip, swaying your hips in some kind of pathetic dance to entice him, that slick cunt of yours dribbling down one of your inner thighs. “What now, huh?” Sam probes, “Want something?”

“More.. come back…” You lean up on the windowsill, arching your back and spreading your legs, tucking your face into your shoulder.

“Can’t even make up your mind..” Sam mutters, stifling a slight grin with a bite to his lip. He sighs a long and comfortable sound, that slight rasp of arousal bleeding the barest groan into it. His hands come up, cupping your outer thighs with a caress, giving a soft squish with his fingers, nails barely sinking into your skin. “Yoba.. you are a slut.” He spits it out like venom, knuckles bending as his finger pads press harder, hands following the soft, idle sway of your hips.

“Can't help it..” You mumble into the skin of your shoulder, eyes downcast as if you were a scolded kid. Your toes fidget a wiggle, twitchy with anticipation, teeth sinking a soft bite into your inner cheek, lashes fluttering innocently at the man behind you.

“‘Course you can’t.. Fuck.. Y’so hot…” Sam breathes it out, that meanness cracking ever so slightly, making you preen with satisfaction. “Should just… fuck you like this..” He chuckles, leaning over your frame to kiss a rough, teeth-filled smack on your neck, grazing you with the faint patch of facial hair that stubbled on his chin. The swell of his tip grazes against your slick-covered thigh, the heat from his hard cock leaving a warm spot, that little prick of cool from the piercing lodged in his tip imprinting your skin like a branding iron. It sparks excitement, a new flood of arousal fueled anticipation in your tummy. “W’adaya think?” You know he frames it like a question, but there's a small little inkling that tickles down your gut that says you may not exactly have a choice in the matter.

And you were right.

Sam had you hiked up on the windowsill, hands balancing yourself flat against the glass, struggling for grip as he pummels your cunt from behind. Your tits squish against the resistant material, glass fogging around the shape of your body, condensation wetting fog and droplets in a decadent frame. Your tummy bumps into the cool glass with every thrust, skin kissing sticky-wet presses with each rough roll of Sam's hips. You can barely see out, body and breath fogging the glass, cheek smushed, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull, the dim light from the saloon washing away, blurred with each and every moaning breath you make.

“S-Sahhhmm..” You feel your voice vibrate into your cheek, bouncing off of the glass. You try to tilt your head back to catch even a glimpse of your boyfriend, but it's all for naught, for the way his large hand threads into your hair, pushing your face back into the window. Your lips purse with the squish, another long hum purs from your throat, feeling helpless in the way he holds you, fucks you, all on display as if you were meat for the gallows. The full body press of the glass sparks that hot flood of arousal right onto the cock that fucks you, tacky skin leaving its mark, body heating up the surface into something dewy and slippery. You can only imagine the view in; your body shining with sweat and condensation, tits, cheek, palms and tummy sticking to the glass, pushing against the surface with each thrust of Sam’s hips. It’d be no question as to what you were getting up to; at best, some naked exhibition, at worst? Taking cock from behind like a slut in heat, desperate enough to show it off, telling the world, ‘more, more, more!’

Ohhh, but you love it. Sam knows you do, knows you like to look stupid and fucked out, knows you’d do anything to feel that sickly hot sear of embarrassment. It was only a matter of time, really, going without panties under your skirt or taking Sam in the cold night air on the farm could only satisfy you for a while…

The bed creaks under Sam’s thrusts, rickety against the wall, covers slipping into a mess underneath you, tangling with the fervour of fucking. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the cool glass beneath your cheek at the hot pudge of Sam’s cock bullying into your cunt. You push back on him, riding through each plap of his hips against your ass, taking his swollen length, cunt eagerly suckling him in with a wet, squeezy kiss. His hands fondle you, grabbing a feel of your hips, flattening a palm in between your sweaty shoulder blades, pushing down on the smooth of your back to squish you tighter against the glass. He holds you there, hard and mean, growling softly through his teeth, bleeding out his own moans.

You scrunch your brows, hyperfocusing on every sink of his cock, each time the tip bullies against your cervix, the grind of his base against your puffy cunt, those hands, the breath on your neck-! You let yourself moan, blinking open your eyes in a dazed, hazy look, gasping up a dribble of spit that drooled off of your tongue. The view out of the window was smudged with trickles of condensation, and that fucked-out unfocused, cross-eyed blur Sam’s cock brought upon you. And yet? You could still see a distinct movement in the distance. 

“S-Someone’s coming-!” You try to choke, fingers squeaking against the moist glass in your attempt to find leverage. “Better be you- Hahh..” He’s clearly amused, “You’re all tight n’ squeezin’..” Sam slurs, face burying into your neck with kisses and nibbles, biting into your skin.

“N-No- Seriously, I.. I can s-see.. hahh ahnn~! Some..one-” You can try to squirm, but Sam has you firmly squished between himself and the pane of the window. The light of the saloon distorts, shining brighter as the door opens to let somebody out, the warmth washing over the town square, leading right into Sam’s window. Whoever it is, they linger, probably talking to someone before they properly go for the evening. Your heart jumps to your throat, a soft panic washing over your shoulders, although, your cunt gives a tell-tale squeeze on Sam’s length, flexing with hot arousal.

“So?.. Hahh- s’what you wanted, right-? Fuck.. Rub your clit, c’mon, put on a show, Baby…” Sam babbles in your neck, his hips rhythmically rolling quick fucks against your core. 

“Sammyyy..” You whine a soft protest, leaning your weight on a sweat-moistened forearm, despite the plea, your fingers can’t help but obey. You circle your clit with a careful touch, feeling the sticky, creamy slick of your arousal on your fingers, feeling the bubble of Sam’s mixed-in precum that froths at your entrance, you’re sure Sam could see it, the ring of cream that messed over his cock. You suck in a breath, holding it in your lungs before you moan it out with a slur of his name, properly rocking back against him. “That's it- that's fucking it, c’mon, show 'em how much of a slut you are..” Sam murmurs, pushing his palm more firmly into your back, keeping your flesh nice and flush to the glass. Each slight twitch of movement outside has your blood on fire, the one-off laugh from the saloon, the wisp of trees that sound like footsteps in the grass, the clumsy slam of the saloon door- Oh fuck-!

“S-Sammy.. Someone- They’re… Think it- it's Shane or s-somethin’..” You warn your boyfriend, worry overtaken with the way your fingers move, quick and desperate against your clit. “He’s gonna see..” You whine and lament, pushing back harder, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, practically drooling over the way he fucks you.

“You’re so gross getting off to this.. Not letting you down.. hahh.. ‘till you cum.. y’know.” Sam threatens with a chuckle, airy and slightly hysteric, lost in his own sauce. Oh, how embarrassing it would be for poor old Shane, just minding his own business on his less-than-sober walk home and seeing you in such a state. Would he yell? Scoff? Wolf whistle your way and stick around for the show? That last thought has you moaning out loud, rubbing quick, tight circles on the bud of your clit, legs quivering as they strain to hold you up. Your quick breaths have the glass totally fogged up, condensation dripping wet down the pane, leaking over your squished up tits in teary droplets. You feel it building, the taught strain of your orgasm winding itself in your guts, around the sticky thrusts of Sam’s cock, that bullying pierced tip hitting all the right spots- Accompanied by the familiar rub of your clit? And that hot fear of being watched.. Yeah, you were close.

“M’ gonna cum.. Sammy- hahn Sam~” You flutter your eyes, tracking movement from outside, lips wobbling into a frown born out of desperation, wrist aching at the quick flicks to get yourself off. 

“Tell em- Tell them you’re cumming-!” Sam groans into your neck, “Make 'em watch- Show them h-how you cum.” He trails off into a whine, fingers tightening, hips snapping in rough and clumsy fucks.

“I’m-! m’ cumming! Hahh fuck im’cumminggg..~” You weep out, jolting with each hot flex of your orgasm, cunt kissing squeezy flexes against Sam’s cock. You feel all wet, creaming hard all over yourself, milking off the cock that stuffed you up, fingers faltering in desperate little circles to keep up with every pulse. You look out desperately into the night, a few tears daring to stream down your cheeks, a giggle in your chest as Sam manhandles you down into the crumpled up sheets of the bed.

He lays you down, face to face, jerking off his cock with feverish strokes, leaning over your body with a grit in his teeth and a crease to his eyebrows. 

“Fuckkk.. Baby.. That was.. Fuck..” He groans out, hiccuping a sound when he finally busts, cumming rope after hot rope over your sweat-glistening skin, warm spatters coating a whole new mess over your cunt and tummy. His chest heaves, body collapsing basically on top of you, messy and sticky, smushing cream and cum between you, peppering quick kisses all over your neck, cheeks and forehead. 

“Shit..” Sam sighs, out of breath and bewildered, eyes blown black, you can see the thump of his chest, heart battering fast. “Was that..” He swallows, “Was I okay? Was that good? Mean enough?” Sam probes you, looking down with a tilt to his head, as if he were a puppy looking for praise and a treat.

You nod and kiss his face, giggling to yourself, eyeing the human-shaped outline that framed the window, slowly dissipating as the glass cools down to the night air’s temperature, swallowing thickly as footsteps crunch down the path that leads to the Ranch.