Doggy creampie with Tony Dinozzo

Larry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, the sound of John clearing his throat, a startling reminder that he was not alone. Encouraged, he exhaled, shoulders relaxing as he delved deeper into memories once locked away, his voice steadier now, laced with a wistful nostalgia. “You did good tonight, Larry,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. There was no need for words—not now. She swallowed every drop. The bedroom air, thick with the musk of arousal, wrapped around them like an illicit whisper. “Tell me, Larry. “Well maybe you wouldn’t be opposed to me fucking you with this then,” Auzia said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a strap-on dildo. She held him there, her gaze never faltering, even as she swallowed everything he had to give. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple, and he wiped it away, hoping it seemed nothing more than a response to the warm afternoon.