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That is, until the last few days when this vixen had invaded his home. Latisha came last, moving with a lazy, predatory grace, every step a slow draw of attention Larry couldn’t seem to wrench away from. Her pulse quickened at the thought, desire coiling within her, eager to explore the depths of Larry’s surrender. She lay on her back and reached an arm for him. John’s gaze held steady, a lighthouse in the storm of Larry’s emotions. Her voice skimmed across the room, threading stories of her friends — Auzia, Ashley, Latisha — their names slipping past his ears like a warning he couldn’t quite grasp. Larry grabbed his cock and started to stroke it in time with the fucking he was receiving. It filled me completely, the sensation bordering on pain but drowned in pleasure. John’s gaze held steady, a lighthouse in the storm of Larry’s emotions. “Just act normal.” But even as he coached himself, the tremor in his hands persisted, the telltale sign of nerves he couldn’t quite soothe. The room tightened the second they settled, the air thick with the heady mix of