RDR2 OMC INSERT

**Horseshoe Overlook**

Yeriel was enjoying a hearty breakfast at the table when Uncle ambled over, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Well, well..." Uncle remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"What's up?" Yeriel raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Look at you... 'resting'." He made air quotes, emphasizing the word. "Meanwhile, I'm still working, even with lumbago. And I don't complain about it."

Yeriel leaned back in his chair, feigning shock. "You? You don't complain?" He shook his head incredulously. "Fuck off, viejo. You complain all the time."

"I can complain if I want to," Uncle replied with a hint of indignation. "Lumbago is very serious, you know."

"Lumbago is just back pain, you old tonto!" Yeriel shot back, spooning some stew into his mouth. "And you can't complain when I'm pretty damn sure I'm going to die sooner than you, viejo."

Uncle merely shook his head in bemusement and walked away, muttering under his breath. "Lazy fuck..." Yeriel muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.

After finishing his meal, Yeriel collected his empty bowl and added it to the pile of dirty dishes. Just then, he heard his name being called out. "Yeriel!" It was Javier.

Turning around, Yeriel nodded in greeting as he adjusted his new hat. "What's up, amigo?"

"We're heading into town. You coming?" Javier asked, his enthusiasm infectious.

"Uh-huh!" Yeriel nodded, striding over and lighting a cigarette as he did. Charles joined them, curiosity etched on his face. "Why are we going into town?" Yeriel inquired, rubbing his side; the pain from several broken ribs still lingered.

"We're going to get some leads, get to know the town... maybe pick up some nice ladies," Javier said with a mischievous grin, nudging Yeriel's arm playfully.

Yeriel chuckled, a sense of excitement bubbling within him. "Okay. I wouldn't mind getting some... action." He felt he deserved a little stress relief, especially after the chaos in Blackwater and the brutal beating he had endured.

"Alright!" Javier clapped his hands together, his smile widening.

Javier mounted his American Paint named Boaz, while Charles settled on his Appaloosa, Taima. Bill also joined them, saddling up on Brown Jack, his sturdy Ardennes. Yeriel swung into the saddle of Carol, his powerful Vladimir Draft.

After riding for a while, Javier turned to Yeriel. "Do you think you're healed enough to finally make some money?"

"Yeah. I'm still sore, though, but you know me," Yeriel shrugged, offering Carol an oat cake as they trotted along.

About ten minutes later, they arrived in Valentine. They hitched their horses and made their way to the saloon, the lively atmosphere welcoming them with open arms.

"We'll grab a drink first, then get to work," Yeriel declared, his tone serious.

However, Javier laughed heartily. "Yeah, sure. You'll only get one drink. Uh-huh."

They approached the bar, and Yeriel ordered a shot of whiskey. He quickly downed four shots, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. Bill, on the other hand, had lost count of how many he had consumed, eventually stumbling away to take a piss.

"Whoa..." Javier nudged Yeriel and Charles, a conspiratorial gleam in his eye. "Nice-looking ladies at our seven." He pointed discreetly at three prostitutes lounging nearby. With a confident swagger, Javier made his way over. "Hello, ladies," he said, tipping his head with a charming smile. Yeriel and Charles followed closely behind.

"Well, aren't you three handsome?" the redhead said, her voice sultry. "Y'all want our company?" She arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"We wouldn't mind," Javier smirked, flashing his most disarming grin.

They drifted back to the bar, the energy palpable. The redhead engaged Javier in flirtatious banter, the black-haired beauty struck up a conversation with Charles, while the striking black woman turned her attention to Yeriel. "What's your name?"

"Yeriel," he replied, his heartbeat quickening at her boldness. "And you?"

"Call me Lila," she said, leaning closer. "You seem like a man who knows how to have a good time."

Yeriel felt a spark of chemistry between them, igniting a warmth in his chest. "I'm definitely looking for some fun," he said, matching her flirtatious tone. "What do you have in mind?"

Lila laughed softly, her gaze never wavering. "Well, I know a place where we can be... more comfortable. Just you and me."

Yeriel grinned, the prospect of a little adventure lifting his spirits. "Alright, that sounds perfect." He turned to the bartender, counting out some cash. "I'll take a room for the night."

The bartender nodded, handing Yeriel a key. With Lila by his side, he felt a rush of anticipation as they headed toward the staircase leading to the upper rooms. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, and for the first time in a while, Yeriel felt a sense of freedom wash over him.

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Lila let out a sharp gasp as she felt Yeriel's hard cock push past her slick folds, stretching and filling her in one smooth thrust. Her back arched, pressing her ample breasts against his chest as she clung to him tightly.

"Oh god... oh fuck..." she whimpered, her walls clenching and fluttering around his thick length.

Lila's fingers dug into Yeriel's shoulders as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, mingling with his own as they kissed deeply, passionately.

Then, just as she was getting used to the feeling of being so utterly stuffed full, Yeriel started to move. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside her, before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt.

"AHHH!" Lila cried out, her head falling back and her ponytails swinging wildly. Pleasure exploded through her as Yeriel set a hard, fast pace, pounding into her over and over again.

She wrapped her thick legs tightly around his waist, using the leverage to meet his thrusts. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and their increasingly ragged breaths.

Lila's heavy breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, the soft flesh jiggling hypnotically. She could feel every thick inch of Yeriel's cock stroking her innermost depths, hitting that special spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Yes... yes... don't stop..." she panted, clinging to him desperately. Her body was already tensing, the coil of her release winding tighter and tighter in her core.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate as he redoubled his efforts, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her voluptuous body bounced and jiggled with each thrust, her ample breasts heaving and swaying.

"Ahhh... fuck... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!" She cried out, her voice pitching higher with each word. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking down his back as her climax approached.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her quivering sex. The sensation of his cock pulsing and throbbing against her sensitive walls pushed her over the edge.

"FUCK... I'M COMING!" she screamed, throwing her head back and arching her spine. Her pussy clamped down around his shaft like a vice, rippling and fluttering wildly as a massive orgasm crashed through her.

Her body shook and trembled, her juices gushing out around his pistoning cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her gasping and mewling helplessly.

But just as the intense pleasure began to crest, Lila felt Yeriel suddenly pull out of her. Then she felt the first hot ropes of his come splattering against her belly.

"Ahhh... fuck..." she whimpered, watching in a daze as stream after stream of semen painted her dark skin. It was obscenely erotic, and only prolonged the aftershocks of her own climax.

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. She gazed up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes of satisfaction.

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Yeriel lay on the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs as the remnants of sex lingered in the air. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him, before rolling to the side and leaning over the edge of the bed to grab his jacket. 

His fingers fished out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a matchbook, and he pulled one out, rolling it between his fingers. He struck a match and, with a quick flick of his wrist, lit the cigarette, savoring the first drag. The smoke curled lazily in the air as he turned to Lila, who was reclining on the bed, her hair cascading over the pillow.

"Want one?" he asked, offering the pack to her.

Lila smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sure," she replied, taking one and lighting it. They both took a moment to enjoy the silence.

After a few puffs, Yeriel turned to her, curiosity creeping into his voice. "So, how much do I owe you?"

She looked at him, a playful smile breaking across her face. "Five dollars."

Yeriel nodded, the number registering in his mind. "Alright, I can do that." They both took another drag from their cigarettes.

As they finished their smokes, Yeriel swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to get dressed. Lila pulled on her clothes as well, the atmosphere still charged with the afterglow.

"You know, I heard some fighting downstairs," she said, glancing at him with a hint of concern. 

Yeriel chuckled as he buttoned his shirt. "I bet it's my friends causing the ruckus. They can't help but stir up trouble wherever they go."

She laughed, a light, melodic sound that filled the room. "Sounds like quite the crew you've got there."

Once they were both fully dressed, Yeriel reached into his satchel, and counted out seven dollars. He handed her the extra two. "Here. Consider it a tip."

Lila raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased. "Thank you," she said, her smile widening. She leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "You're sweet."

Yeriel felt a warmth spread through him at her words. "Just looking out for a lady," he replied, returning her smile. 

With a final, lingering glance, Lila turned and walked toward the door, her hips swaying slightly with each step. Yeriel watched her go, a sense of satisfaction settling in his chest. As she stepped out, he couldn't help but think that perhaps the livestock town wasn't that bad.