Làm Tình Tại Phòng Ngủ Của Bố Mẹ Người Yêu

As they reached their climax, Larry felt a connection with Ashley. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Cheyenne remarked, reaching for a glass in the cupboard. “Mind if I join you?” Cheyenne asked, her voice threading through the air, carrying a weight that seemed too much for the casual words. Cheyenne’s hand rested on Larry’s knee, her thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of his jeans. “Faster, Lati!” Cheyenne urged between gasps, her body grinding against Larry’s face. “Thank you,” Larry murmured, taking the glass. He drew in a shallow breath, steeling himself before his hand reached for the doorknob. Each touch a reminder of her presence, her influence, yet none revealing the intimate depths of their connection. “Damn you do that well Larry. It was everything. “Tell me Larry. No more time for nerves. “She knew how to make me squirm, how to make me beg for it. She had already removed the harness she was wearing, and she flipped Larry onto his back.