“Tell me, Larry. “Hey,” she said, her voice light but threaded with an undercurrent of intent. “Wow,” Auzia breathed, her eyes dancing between the silicone intruder and her friends. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Cheyenne remarked, reaching for a glass in the cupboard. Cheyenne’s heart thrummed with excitement, sensing the shift in him, however slight. They had planned it out, so each girl would take a turn at Larry tonight if they could arrange it. He closed his eyes, listening to the quiet hum of life outside the bedroom window, and found himself smiling for the first time in what felt like forever. “Larry,” she murmured, the word a caress in the dim kitchen light. Time seemed to stretch, each moment intensifying his connection with both Latisha and Cheyenne. Wanted to try everything,” he started, his words trailing off into a whisper that seemed to carry the weight of both trepidation and longing. She stepped towards him again, this time placing her hand on his chin, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Tell me, Larry. “Shh,” she whispered, her finger pressing gently against his lips. “Eat this black pussy,” she demanded as she sat on his face. As he began to pleasure Cheyenne, he felt Latisha’s hands on him, slapping his ass firmly.
