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Trust me.” Her voice, like a balm, soothed his fractured soul. The absence of Larry’s voice, typically booming and gruff in greeting, sent a tremor of worry through her sun-kissed frame. This was not a look her parents liked, but they knew she was an adult, and bit their tongue rather than face the possibility of her not coming home for holidays or the summer. After his climax, she removed the dildo and harness, pulling it down her slender legs. She surveys the space with keen eyes, an unspoken challenge in her gaze, ready to confront the emotional labyrinth ahead. “Alright, girls,” Cheyenne says, her voice both strong and cracking with emotion, “I know this has been an emotional rollercoaster, but I think we deserve a break. She stood next to the table while this was done, and the young college-aged man almost dropped a plate off the table as his eyes freely roamed over her exposed body instead of what he was doing.