Azuia, Ashley, and Laticia left before Larry returned, dropping off the first load of boxes at the storage unit. The room tightened the second they settled, the air thick with the heady mix of perfume, laughter, and something far more dangerous. She pulled out the chair, the scrape of wooden legs against tile shattering the quiet. Cheyenne lay down before him, beckoning him to eat her pussy as he assumed the position. “Look at this,” Cheyenne said, lifting silk scarves, their fabric whispering secrets of nights filled with passion. With each heartbeat, Larry’s mind spiraled, struggling to balance on the tightrope between relief and remorse. “Makes you want to be better, doesn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” Larry managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Look at this,” Cheyenne said, lifting silk scarves, their fabric whispering secrets of nights filled with passion.
