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He could do this; he had to. As they reached their climax, Larry felt a connection with Ashley. His gaze drifted to the half-empty bottle, as if seeking solace in the amber liquid. Would she want to see you living like that? This caused the crotch of the panties to slowly disappear and add to the anticipation for Larry. “Just act normal.” But even as he coached himself, the tremor in his hands persisted, the telltale sign of nerves he couldn’t quite soothe. The warmth of Cheyenne’s breath cascaded down the shell of Larry’s ear, a whisper that tickled and teased, leaving ripples of desire in its wake. John turned, his warm eyes searching Larry’s face, and in that moment, Larry could almost feel the weight of unspoken questions hanging in the air, threatening to unravel the carefully woven threads of his composure. Her eyes locked onto his, conveying everything her voice couldn’t: understanding, desire, and an implicit promise of exploration without judgment. Larry fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, the sound of John clearing his throat, a startling reminder that he was not alone. Heat coiled tight in her core, building, intensifying as she plunged into the fantasy, her fingers of one hand plunging into her sopping pussy while her other hand stroked her clit.