Alejandra walked beside her mother out of the mall and through the parking lot. As she walked she bounced you on her shoulder, giggling at your appearance.
The outfit she chose was a pink flannel button up and a jean skirt. And to top it off she attached a red hat with a strap around your chin to the top of your head. You blushed bright at the cowgirl look as she praised herself for her choice of attire for you.
Eventually the two came to a green mini van. The gorgeous mother helped her daughter into the backseat and she set you on her lap, hugging you tightly to her chest. The mother couldn't help but smile at the sight of her daughter and her doll before closing the door, sealing you inside for the ride to their house.
It was a short ride thankfully as the girl played with your hair and finger tips rolled across your face. The house they pulled up to a quaint and simple in the middle of the suburbs. Nothing special but they definitely didn't seem to be struggling at all. Once given the chance to exit the car the girl took it, dashing into the house with you tight to her chest. Unable to see much as she held you you tried to play your part, lifeless in her arms.
After hearing a few doors open she finally pulls you away from her and you see her bedroom. The walls are a bright purple and you see dolls and clothes scattered across the room in disarray. This girl was definitley not the tidiest in the world.
"Come on Sally," she says sitting on her bed, "You're a cowgirl now, time to get on your horsie!"
Before you can figure out what she means the girl straddles you across her bare thigh facing her, and suddenly you realize what she has planned.
"Hold on tight my little vaquera!" she says as she smiles and grabs your hands in her own.
And then it begins.
The young girl begins bouncing her leg wildly, forcing you to rise into the air and fall hard across her thighs. You want nothing more than to scream in pain as she roughly jostles your privates, but you know speaking up now would mean very real trouble for you as you bite your lip trying to suppress yourself.
By the time she's done you want nothing more than to lie down in pain but she has other plans.
"Such a good rider mi bebe is," she cooes hugging you once again, "I think it's time for me to..."
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