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Her movements grew bolder, more insistent, as she pictured herself strapping on Erin’s legacy, claiming Larry in a passionate reversal. “Go on,” Cheyenne urged softly from across the table, her curiosity piqued, her own voice barely above a murmur. He was caught, snared by the web of conflicting emotions that tangled within him—grief entwined with yearning, sorrow laced with a hunger he’d long buried. Cheyenne, with her inquisitive eyes now wide with contemplation, felt a shiver trace her spine. “Eat this black pussy,” she demanded as she sat on his face. She imagined guiding Larry, teaching him that pleasure could be found anew, her whispers mingling with his moans. “Shh,” she whispered, her finger pressing gently against his lips. This caused the crotch of the panties to slowly disappear and add to the anticipation for Larry. Cheyenne pulled out of Larry and went to the bathroom, where she ran the sink full of hot water.