He Came All Over My Face Twice

She watched as Larry looked at the strap-on and then stiffened, the line of his back rigid against the chair. The memory of Erin was etched into every corner of his heart, but Cheyenne’s proximity sparked a different kind of memory—one of warmth, connection, and the possibility of renewal. “Good?” she asked, eyes locked on his face, searching for any sign of discomfort. Her mind raced, images unfurling—Larry, vulnerable and trusting, entwined with Erin in the throes of exploration. “Erin… Larry’s breath caught, a sharp intake of air as he felt himself being filled, stretched in a way that was both intense, and exhilarating. There was no rush in her actions, only the methodical push and pull, in and out, stretching him gently, readying him for more. Cheyenne looked down on him, his eyes closed, his lips surrounding her nipple, and his tongue flipping over it. Her mouth moved in sync with her hands, her profanity-laced words urging him on. Each one pushed Larry closer to the edge, his body trembling with pleasure. “Okay?” she checked again, and Larry nodded, his body beginning to move of its own accord, pushing back against her.