She Thought I Was Her Boyfriend! Came Inside Her

She’s done wonders for you, Larry.”

Larry’s chest swelled with a blend of relief and something akin to pride, his fears dissipating as he absorbed John’s praise. “Ever wonder what it would be like to let go again… The unspoken invitation hung there, fragile as cobwebs. She felt the weight of her intentions settle firmly in her chest as she approached the stoop, each step resonating with purpose. “I can’t pretend to know exactly how you felt, but I get it, the thrill of it all. It was as if Cheyenne’s relentless energy and empathy were a flame, melting away the icy grip of his sorrow. He had never had a black woman before, and the contrast in skin, the bright pink inside her dark lips, was driving him crazy. “Mind if I join you?” Cheyenne asked, her voice threading through the air, carrying a weight that seemed too much for the casual words. “Faster, Lati!” Cheyenne urged between gasps, her body grinding against Larry’s face. He gave a subtle nod, an unspoken consent that she read with ease. “Did it scare you?” Cheyenne asked, her voice husky with the arousal that tinged her words. But the heat emanating from Cheyenne’s skin was a siren call, one that promised not to erase what had been, but to honor it through new experiences forged