*****
Larry sagged into the armchair, the old springs groaning beneath him as if feeling the weight pressing down on his chest. She wrapped her hand around his swollen cock, a surge of warmth against his cool flesh, and then her lips followed, encasing him in moist heat while never taking her eyes from his. Cheyenne screamed as she climaxed on Larry’s tongue, holding his head as her hips rocked up and down causing his nose to rub her clit. Cheyenne pulled out of Larry and went to the bathroom, where she ran the sink full of hot water. Larry’s heart hammered in his chest, a cacophony that drowned out John’s words for a moment. The distance between truth and deception is measured in breaths and heartbeats. I am about to make you my bitch”
Larry hesitated but complied, drawn out of his shell by Latisha’s assertive nature.
