Fuck, you are perfect!”
She knew before today, he had only had eyes for his wife. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the cool tile floor. For the second time in her life, she squirted. He could do this; he had to. The distance between truth and deception is measured in breaths and heartbeats. The smile Larry offered was brittle, threatening to shatter under the weight of his secret liaison with Cheyenne. He could almost feel Cheyenne’s presence, memories flashed before him: the contrast of her supple form beneath his calloused hands, whispered profanities filling the space between gasps and moans, the way her halter top had fallen away like petals from a blooming flower. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the primal urge that awakened at the thought of being the one to claim him now. Cheyenne’s touch had ignited something within him, a flame that both saved and seared. Cheyenne turned, allowing Larry to see her ass. “That’s the way to take that ass,” Latisha said. His fingers lingered a moment too long, his gaze finally meeting hers. As he began to pleasure Cheyenne, he felt Latisha’s hands on him, slapping his ass firmly. And then, with a shuddering gasp, Cheyenne felt a rush unlike any before, her body convulsing in a powerful
