I am about to make you my bitch”
Larry hesitated but complied, drawn out of his shell by Latisha’s assertive nature. He stepped aside, motioning for John to enter with a jerky nod, acutely aware of every nuance in his movements. Auzia’s lips curled into a satisfied smile at his response. He exhaled, a shudder running through him as she explored him, finding a rhythm that coaxed moans from his lips. Larry’s absence left them free to explore his late wife’s cache, tucked away in the back of his closet. “She knew how to make me squirm, how to make me beg for it. “Cheyenne…” he began, but the words trailed off as he struggled to articulate the maelstrom of feelings inside him. What would Erin have said to you if she had come into this house when I first did? We know you haven’t been very social as of late, but we would really like for you to come over.
