No one had spoken to him like that before. He watched John take in the surroundings—the subtle changes Cheyenne had brought to the once-dismal space. Her rebellious spirit and magnetic charm filled the room, creating a dynamic atmosphere that swept everyone in. “Let me do that, Larry, just enjoy all the pleasure you can from what I am doing. The silence stretched between them, a tangible thing, until Cheyenne leaned forward, her eyes soft and understanding. Fuck, you are perfect!”
She knew before today, he had only had eyes for his wife. The silence stretched between them, a tangible thing, until Cheyenne leaned forward, her eyes soft and understanding. It was electric—the slick glide of her mouth, the deliberate press of tongue—sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, each pulse driving him deeper into the throes of ecstasy. The head pressed against him, insistent but not forceful, as Cheyenne guided it in. Once Cheyenne finished, Ashley took over. The heavy air held a tinge of hops and barley, mingling with the earthy scent of sorrow that seemed to
