Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

“A self-portrait, since I could not be there to greet you this morning.” A self-fucking-portrait. Between this and the porn doodles, he’s a bonafide Van Gogh…

“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?” Clit…orosaurus…