He kissed the inside of each thigh, then moved to the sweet spot. Latisha came last, moving with a lazy, predatory grace, every step a slow draw of attention Larry couldn’t seem to wrench away from. The head pressed against him, insistent but not forceful, as Cheyenne guided it in. I know you missed this, and I am sure you need this.”
Larry grunted “Fuck, here it comes!” and shot a stream of cum up to his chest. “Good?” she asked, eyes locked on his face, searching for any sign of discomfort. Cheyenne’s hand rested on Larry’s knee, her thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of his jeans. With each finger came more pressure to Larry, and she took her time to get him loosened well. Cheyenne’s hand rested on Larry’s knee, her thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of his jeans. Azuia, Ashley, and Laticia left before Larry returned, dropping off the first load of boxes at the storage unit. He laughed when they did, nodded when he caught enough to react, his skin prickling beneath their glances, each brush of their voices stoking the fire inside him. Cheyenne looked down on him, his eyes closed, his lips surrounding her nipple, and his tongue flipping over it. He stood a few feet away, the tension in his shoulders betraying his