His mind, mired in grief, struggled to rise above the surface, but her persistent care, the soft glide of her fingers across his skin, sparked something dormant within him. “Not just because of the state I found you in, but because… He knew one thing for sure: he would never forget her. He could feel her heat, her desire, as she rode him, her movements growing more frantic with each passing second. He remembered the scent of her perfume, a tantalizing mix of jasmine and rose, that hung heavy in the air, a phantom lingering long after she had gone. Cheyenne’s muscles rippled as she swept and danced, her bare arms pushing a broom back and forth against the worn wooden floorboards with a satisfying thwack. As she slid back into him she pumped more lube along it’s shaft to make sure he was wet enough to take a good fucking. Navigating the labyrinth of Larry’s desolation, Cheyenne tiptoed with precision, avoiding the minefield of discarded pizza boxes and crumpled beer cans. He’d taken her right there on the couch, their bodies moving in sync as they sought release from the haunting specter of mortality.
