I Got Creampied By My Step Moms Boyfriend

It was a gnawing pain that refused to subside, an ever-present reminder of what he’d lost. Then it happened, her fucking him was stimulating his prostate, and had reached a point he shot a wad of cum over his stomach and chest. His fingers traced the rim of an empty beer can, its metallic coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of her touch. Cheyenne knelt beside the faded cardboard box, her fingers tracing the edges of a photo album, its cover worn by the years. Cheyenne’s presence, her laughter echoing down the hallways, brought a different kind of warmth to the cold spaces of his heart. The musty odor, which had become a permanent fixture in the room, began to dissipate as the fresh, crisp air rushed in. “Something’s not right,” she whispered, her adventurous spirit igniting within her. Not with how dirty he is, she thought. Cheyenne took the opportunity to slip away, desperate for distraction. He remembered her laughter, the way it tinkled like wind chimes on a lazy summer afternoon.