Back home, they fucked on the couch, their passions unleashed by the magic of the night. It was an unexpected revelation, large even in its flaccid state, and a heat flushed her cheeks at the primal thought that flashed through her mind. Cheyenne understood that the true journey lay ahead — not just in awakening Larry from his stupor. “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said softly to Larry, who stood shakily beside her, his gaze unfocused. He turned her around, pushed her torso over the back of the couch and entered her pussy with one shove. Her presence, a refreshing contrast to the somber atmosphere, was like a ray of sunshine that had managed to find its way through the cracks in his bleak world. He glanced around, taking in all the clutter that had accumulated over time, each item a reminder of what he had lost.
