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Soon, Larry reached his peak, his release filling Cheyenne’s mouth. John crossed the threshold, his bulk momentarily filling the doorway, and he moved into the living room. Her C cup titties looked like a ski slope, the nipples sitting at the ends like a launch pad. The air grew heavy, charged with the unsaid, the uncovered secrets pressing down like the humid night outside. The door swung open hard enough to rattle the frame. She was wearing the strap-on that had belonged to Erin. Cheyenne, with her inquisitive eyes now wide with contemplation, felt a shiver trace her spine. “To be honest, I enjoy anal myself. “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. She glimpsed the man who hungered for touch, for understanding, a man who bore his desires cloaked in shame. 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.