She had been taking her time, enjoying the warmth of the steamy bathroom while he paced impatiently outside. “Better,” he admitted, his throat dry, his words barely above a whisper. “Look at this one,” Cheyenne murmured, tilting the album toward him. Larry wanted to reach up and pull on her nipples, to give her some pleasure, but being hog-tied, he was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it. She then took his hand and guided it to her pussy and helped the young man work a couple of fingers up inside her. Her hands were steady, her mind forcibly anchored to the task at hand, even as her pulse continued to thrum with an echo of forbidden interest. What she did next surprised him. “Good,” Cheyenne replied softly, a hint of relief in her voice. Larry felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight, aching to be freed from its confines and press against her back or slide between those toned thighs. She decided to check on Larry.
