Le dije que filmara mi trasero destrozado para que mi esposo pudiera verlo después

Make it easy and just tell me.”

“Sure, John, I would be glad to come over. “I was thinking about what we talked about,” she said, her tone casual yet laced with deeper meaning. Their cheers and expressions were a mix of awe and fascination, fueling Larry’s desire. That changed today. Her body’s warmth bled through the thin fabric separating skin from skin, and it was that warmth he clung to—letting it pull him up from the depths of cold grief. She did everything she could to keep her nervous below her confident exterior, fingers cool and slick with lube as they circled the rim of his ass. The world narrowed to the point of their connection; the couch, the room, the very fabric of reality seemed inconsequential. It’s been a blessing.” John’s tone was rich with emotion, his belief in human connection resonating in the room. She was wearing the strap-on that had belonged to Erin. The room tightened the second they settled, the air thick with the heady mix of perfume, laughter, and something far more dangerous. Cheyenne, with her inquisitive eyes now wide with contemplation, felt a shiver trace her spine. And while he knew there would be challenges ahead, he also knew he wasn’t alone.