Larry stirred, turning his face, a low groan escaping his parched lips. As long as it takes.” Her declaration was a vow, her resolve as clear as the determination shining in her eyes. The scent of lemon and pine mingled in the air, replacing the musty odors of neglect. “Good,” Cheyenne replied softly, a hint of relief in her voice. In that moment, she made a silent vow—to celebrate life, and to never take a single moment for granted. “Stay with me.”
The murkiness in his gaze started to dissipate as he blinked, once, twice—each time the world becoming a fraction clearer. Once the plates and drinks were on the table, Erin walked up to the worker, looked at Larry, and gave him a wink. Each movement was an assertion of life, a declaration that decay would not claim this space or the man who dwelled within it. “Fuck that was hot baby! As she slid back into him she pumped more lube along it’s shaft to make sure he was wet enough to take a good fucking.
