Slut Dirty Dance & Wet Pussy – Vertical Video

He knew one thing for sure: he would never forget her. Larry’s response came as a small nod, his gaze lingering on her face. Cheyenne paused, a tangle of discarded clothes in her hands, and turned to Larry with a warmth in her eyes that radiated through the disheveled space. But he was scared. Trust me.” Her voice, like a balm, soothed his fractured soul. His fingers twitched at his side, the beginnings of a longing rekindling deep within him—a yearning for more than just the touch of another person, but for the warmth of connection, the promise of healing. She lubed his ass crack and her hand, slowly moving it up and down and putting pressure on his asshole as she passed over it. On top, she wore a bikini top, a cup size too small. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the last time they’d been together. Once they heard the knock, Larry rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, closing the door most of the way. The restaurant they were headed to was posh, and she wanted to look her best.