Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the last time they’d been together. She then added lube to the strap-on dildo and started pushing it into his body slowly. She stood, dusting off her hands against the back of her shorts, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that drew Larry’s attention away from his worries. It was a gnawing pain that refused to subside, an ever-present reminder of what he’d lost. His unkempt hair hung over his face like a curtain of grief, the greasy strands clinging to his forehead in defiance of gravity. no, not left, she was taken away from him. These boxes would be moved after everyone had pizza and sodas at the end of the day, something Larry had told them he would order. With a final rinse, Cheyenne stepped back, allowing Larry a moment to simply be under the stream of water—alone yet not abandoned. Cheyenne reached out, her fingers grazing the cold metal of the faucet before she turned it, coaxing a stream of water to life. He pulled out and she spun around, she dropped to her knees and took his soiled cock in her mouth to clean him. “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said softly to Larry, who stood shakily beside her, his gaze unfocused.
