In the midst of this chaos, Larry found moments of clarity, reflecting on how far he had come. Her rebellious spirit and magnetic charm filled the room, creating a dynamic atmosphere that swept everyone in. Cheyenne added a second finger and allowed him to become used to it before finally adding a third. In this intimate space, the language of bodies spoke louder than words ever could. incredible.”
John nodded, a soft chuckle escaping him. She did everything she could to keep her nervous below her confident exterior, fingers cool and slick with lube as they circled the rim of his ass. He could do this; he had to. Cheyenne didn’t waste a moment. His gaze drifted to the half-empty bottle, as if seeking solace in the amber liquid. Yet the words clung to the inside of his mouth, stubbornly refusing to emerge. Her presence was a balm to his grief-stricken existence, but the clandestine nature of their connection now prickled at his conscience like thorns. Silently, she took his hand and led him toward the living room, where the morning light painted the walls in amber hues.
