She imagined guiding Larry, teaching him that pleasure could be found anew, her whispers mingling with his moans. He couldn’t afford to crumble now, not when things with Cheyenne had become so heated, so intoxicatingly alive. What started as innocent questions quickly escalated. Soon, Larry reached his peak, his release filling Cheyenne’s mouth. Cheyenne’s gaze never wavered, her eyes locked onto his—a silent promise of connection, an unspoken vow to guide him through the labyrinth of sensation that awaited. The movement stretched the fabric of her top across her body, outlining her frame in a way that was impossible to ignore. “She’s been… She knelt before him, her lips wrapping around his shaft. Each word John uttered was like a stepping stone across a river of confession. “Eat this black pussy,” she demanded as she sat on his face. “Ever wonder what it would be like to let go again… 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. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, an olfactory testament to the barriers they had broken through together. Larry swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily tracing the contours before he caught himself. How much of this was your doing, Larry?”
The question, unexpected and kind,
