Risky Public Nudity Drive & Doggystyle Sex (i Don’t Give A Fuck) – Shaiden Rogue

As she worked, her body told its own story—the curve of her spine, the flex of muscle beneath smooth skin, the small tattoo that peeked out just above where her thighs met, declaring in ink what her actions professed: an offer of sustenance, of hope, freely given. His cock hardened at the memory of her, a betrayal of his body’s desires. They settled into the soft cushions, her skin still damp from the shower, a stark contrast to the rough fabric beneath them. She stood on a balcony somewhere with mountains in the background. “Damn it, Larry,” she muttered under her breath, her fingers curling into a fist at her side. “Let’s start small,” Cheyenne suggested, her voice soothing like the melody of a familiar song. The changes to come in his life seemed daunting, but for the first time in a long while, they also seemed possible. “Fuck that was hot baby! She reached for the hem of his soiled shirt, her fingers brushing against the rough terrain of his stomach. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his shoulder with the lightness of a feather. Sensing his turmoil, Cheyenne turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile. His fingers traced the rim of an empty beer can, its metallic coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of her touch.