Busty Dusty In Leather <480p – 720p>
He blinked. The script was broken. She watched his eyes drop—not to her face, not to her hands (scarred, capable), but to the way the leather pulled across her chest. There it is.
“I heard you rode shotgun for the Butterfield line. I heard you put three rounds into Jack Ketchum’s gang and walked away with a payroll and a bullet scar you don’t show nobody.” His grin was a wet crack in a dry face. “I’m offering a partnership. Fifty percent.” Busty Dusty In Leather
"Coffee, sweetheart. Black as my soul."
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He blinked. The script was broken. She watched his eyes drop—not to her face, not to her hands (scarred, capable), but to the way the leather pulled across her chest. There it is.
“I heard you rode shotgun for the Butterfield line. I heard you put three rounds into Jack Ketchum’s gang and walked away with a payroll and a bullet scar you don’t show nobody.” His grin was a wet crack in a dry face. “I’m offering a partnership. Fifty percent.”
"Coffee, sweetheart. Black as my soul."
