Please, cum on my Face, stepdaddy!

Please, cum on my Face, stepdaddy! *****

Cheyenne’s confident steps echoed through the dim, cluttered living room as she entered Larry’s home. “How are you feeling, Larry?” she asked, her tone gentle but tinged with concern. She approached him, her movements unhurried, giving him time to adjust to her proximity. She looked into the mirror, ran a brush through her hair, slipped on a pair of sandals, and was out the door. The driver looked down at her, and she looked up at him while she came. With every window she opened after cleaning it, the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if it, too, had been yearning for this moment of renewal. Once inside, the dimly lit room swallowed her figure. He swallowed his cum for the first time that day. Sensing his turmoil, Cheyenne turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile. She threw the rock with the same precision she did a softball when she would throw a runner out at home from 2nd base, a small crack sounding through the air as the glass yielded to her resolve.