拉我的頭髮，讓我成為你的

Pull my hair and make me yours Soon it was to much for Auzia, and she raised her ass off her seat can came. She swallowed every drop. Cheyenne didn’t waste a moment. It would be painful when she first went in, but then the pain would go away and the pleasure…”

The intensity in Larry’s gaze met Cheyenne’s, a silent confession hanging in the air. With every tick of the clock, his hands betrayed him, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against his thigh. Her mind raced, images unfurling—Larry, vulnerable and trusting, entwined with Erin in the throes of exploration. There was no rush in her actions, only the methodical push and pull, in and out, stretching him gently, readying him for more. Each touch a reminder of her presence, her influence, yet none revealing the intimate depths of their connection. With each heartbeat, Larry’s mind spiraled, struggling to balance on the tightrope between relief and remorse. She made love to Larry, her soft kisses and words of fondness helping him relax. Her movements grew bolder, more insistent, as she pictured herself strapping on Erin’s legacy, claiming Larry in a passionate reversal. “Hey,” she said, her voice light but threaded with an undercurrent of intent. She glimpsed the man who hungered for touch, for understanding, a man who bore his desires cloaked in shame. “Makes you want to be better,