I Cum In Selena’s Pussy

Cheyenne’s muscles rippled as she swept and danced, her bare arms pushing a broom back and forth against the worn wooden floorboards with a satisfying thwack. They could afford an hour before Larry ordered the pizza, and while he was taking the boxes to storage, they would go to the closet, which they all knew would be too hard on Larry to be around. “You know,” Larry called out, “I think I can help you with that.” His voice was rougher than he intended it to be, but didn’t seem out of place in this new reality they were creating together. The squalor was like a physical blow to Cheyenne — a representation of Larry’s inner turmoil. It was a statement of her fearless spirit, a playful defiance against convention. But the best part was yet to come.