操我的继兄

The air was thick with the stench of stale beer and unwashed laundry, creating an oppressive atmosphere that weighed heavily on his shoulders. Larry wanted to reach up and pull on her nipples, to give her some pleasure, but being hog-tied, he was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it. A lock of wet hair clung to her cheek, and Larry’s hand twitched with the unexpected urge to brush it away, to feel the slickness against his fingertips. The motion made her tits sway gently in their cups of her bikini, her nipples visibly hard under the thin material. The world around him seemed to have moved on, leaving him trapped in a prison of his own making. The restaurant they were headed to was posh, and she wanted to look her best. “Something’s not right,” she whispered, her adventurous spirit igniting within her. “Something’s not right,” she whispered, her adventurous spirit igniting within her. But then, he caught sight of Cheyenne’s compassionate eyes, her youth and energy a stark contrast to the stagnancy that surrounded him.