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Sunlight dappled the path leading to Larry’s house, casting a soft glow on Cheyenne’s determined stride. He felt the warmth of gratitude spill from John like sunlight through open curtains, yet within, a shadow loomed—guilt, dark and unyielding. “Alright, Larry. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet alive. Inspecting every inch of her, and she was still not completely naked. ‘fuck me, what happened?’ she thought to herself, trying to grasp the intensity of the climax. With a skill that belied her youth, Cheyenne coaxed him to the edge, where light and darkness danced in an intimate tango. He was looking at her like someone who had never seen a nude woman before. “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.
