With every tick of the clock, his hands betrayed him, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against his thigh. “By the way, Larry, the missus and I would like to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night if you will come. He kissed the inside of each thigh, then moved to the sweet spot. I don’t want it every time, mind you, but with the right person, the right stimulation, I do enjoy taking a cock in the ass. Her mind raced, images unfurling—Larry, vulnerable and trusting, entwined with Erin in the throes of exploration. She crossed the threshold without hesitation, her presence filling the space between them like an unspoken invitation. just for a moment?” Her fingers danced along his forearm, each touch deliberate, tracing patterns into his skin that seemed to scorch a trail straight to his core. He knew this was just the beginning of his journey. Her rebellious spirit and magnetic charm filled the room, creating a dynamic atmosphere that swept everyone in. “Tell me Larry. She held him there, her gaze never faltering, even as she swallowed everything he had to give. Larry tensed, the touch a jarring reminder of the physical connection he’d shared with Cheyenne, how different it was from this simple gesture of camaraderie.
