Roped Remy Blake

“No, relaxing and New York City should never be mentioned together. It’s so vibrant and energetic, but I don’t think I could get used to that all the time. It’s nice to visit though.” She shrugs.

“It took some getting used to, but I love it. I grew up in a city, albeit not one as large as NYC, but it’s what I’m used to. I’m just a city boy at heart.”

“Well then City Boy, being here might be quite challenging for you.”

“I like challenges.”

“Maybe I’ll remind you of this conversation when you’re knee deep in cow manure or mucking out the horses stalls.” Her lips tease at a smile she’s holding in.

“Hey whatever you throw my way, I can handle. I’m not some pansy ass afraid to get dirty. I love dirty.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her when she glances at me.

She presses her lips together. “Hmph. We’ll see, City Boy. There’s dirty and there’s filthy. I have a feeling your version is mild compared to what you’ll actually be dealing with.”

Is she issuing a challenge? Is she trying to tell me I don’t know what dirty is? I guess I’ll have to show her she doesn’t know the meaning of the word; never mind filthy.

“I’m up for whatever comes my way while I’m here. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty or the rest of me.” I smirk.

The only filthy I’m interested in involves the two of us naked committing every sin we can, but I’ll do whatever I have to while I’m here. Fulfilling the requirements of my contract has to be the priority. Tasting Blaire’s pussy comes in a close second.

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