“Relax,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm as one finger slipped inside him, slow and steady. His gaze drifted to the half-empty bottle, as if seeking solace in the amber liquid. It would be painful when she first went in, but then the pain would go away and the pleasure…”
The intensity in Larry’s gaze met Cheyenne’s, a silent confession hanging in the air. Every sensation was amplified, fueling his exploration of self and sexuality under their guidance. With each finger came more pressure to Larry, and she took her time to get him loosened well. As she settled in, her gaze rested on the object of her internal turmoil, resting innocuously on the table—a forgotten relic from a previous life. In the bedroom, Auzia wasted no time. The others watched, their excitement unable to be contained as they cheered Auzia on. Cheyenne pulled his hand away and took over for him. Larry’s response was a dance of hesitation and yearning, his body leaning into her touch even as his thoughts grappled with loyalty to the past.
