You meet her bravado with your own and agree.

“Deal,” you say confidently, then frown in mock-contemplation, putting a hand on your chin.

“What’s-a-matter, havin’ second thoughts already?” the Cowgirl taunts.

“Nah,” you shoot back. “I’m trying to figure out which hole I’m gonna fuck you in.”

“Maybe ya shouldn’t put the cart before the horse,” Dinah warns, and advances on you, eager to put you in your place.

You **** yourself to look up at her face, shaking yourself out of daydreams of shrugging off her blows and claiming her luscious, toned body for your own. Reality will be a little harder to handle.