The fabric parted, cool air caressing his exposed chest, contrasting with the heat of her hands as they pressed against his skin—a touch both tender and insistent. The distance between truth and deception is measured in breaths and heartbeats. “Fuck…” The word escaped Larry’s lips, raw and unfiltered, as he watched himself disappear and reappear between those inviting lips. “Make love to me, Larry. From the quiet despair of his mental darkness to this wild, liberating space, he owed it all to these women. “Uh-huh,” he managed, the words barely more than a rasp. “But Erin… She swallowed every drop. As soon as his tongue touched it, she moaned and pushed into his face. With a wicked grin, Ashley complied, revealing perky breasts capped by hard nipples. Her fingers danced with precision down the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one with a deftness that belied her eagerness. Her approach was different, slower, and more deliberate. “Her spirit, it’s infectious,” John continued, unaware of the vivid images dancing behind Larry’s eyes.
