The vibrant energy that usually surrounded her seemed out of place in this tomb of lost hope. The room around him was a testament to his grief – piled trash, clothes hanging limply from doorknobs, and dust dancing in shafts of sunlight filtering through the blinds. “It’s going to be okay, Larry. With a fluid motion, she stripped the fabric away, piling it with the rest of the laundry that needed her attention. Erin moved up, took his face in her hands to hold him while she kissed him and pushed the cum she had slurped up, into his mouth. Bookshelves were organized, personal items given new homes, and spaces cleared for new memories to form. “I can help you sort through these, keep what’s dear, and find a place for the rest. He then stood up, while still buried deep in her pussy, walked behind the couch and stood her up. Larry’s response came as a small nod, his gaze lingering on her face.
