‘I am going to fuck this man!’ her thought lingered. She did everything she could to keep her nervous below her confident exterior, fingers cool and slick with lube as they circled the rim of his ass. “She knew how to make me squirm, how to make me beg for it. She then placed her hands on her hips and instead of hooking her thumbs in her waistband and tugging off the thong, she gently rolled it down. She was wearing the strap-on that had belonged to Erin. His mind was a whirlwind of sensations, his thoughts consumed by the intensity of their encounter. “Hey,” Larry managed, his voice betraying the tightness coiled in his chest. Each word John uttered was like a stepping stone across a river of confession. An uneasy quiet descended. “Okay?” she checked again, and Larry nodded, his body beginning to move of its own accord, pushing back against her. 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. Each spurt after was a little lower, covering him from his neck down to the top of his pelvis. Her movements grew bolder, more insistent, as she pictured herself strapping on Erin’s legacy, claiming Larry in a passionate reversal.
