Back home, they fucked on the couch, their passions unleashed by the magic of the night. His cock hardened at the memory of her, a betrayal of his body’s desires. Erin untied his legs and started to lick up the cum on his body. As she turned, unaware of the eyes upon her, the light caught the edges of her hair, turning them into a dark halo around her face. She left Larry under the warm embrace of the shower, finding a plush robe that would serve to cocoon him once he decided to emerge. “Just making sure you’re not feeling too overwhelmed or anything.”
“Overwhelmed, yeah,” Larry said, his eyes finally breaking away from the magnetism of her flesh to find solace in the less complicated pattern of the floor tiles. Though her shock reverberated through her, she pushed it aside, the compassion within her spurring her onward. She’d been so beautiful then, dressed in nothing but his cut-off old t-shirt and panties, her breasts peeking out from beneath the fabric. Inside him, there was a void,
