The top she wears plunges daringly, drawing the eye to her ample cleavage, and her tight jeans sculpt her slender legs. The kitchen counters shone, free of clutter, while the appliances glistened like they were just unwrapped from their boxes. Finally, she stood up straight again and turned to face him with a satisfied smile on her face. Cheyenne took the opportunity to slip away, desperate for distraction. Clad in a pair of short shorts, she revealed slender, tanned legs that seemed to go on for miles. “Erin had good taste,” Cheyenne said, placing the folded sweater on top of the pile. Her pussy was very wet with the thought of being a bad girl in front of her husband. But for the first time in a long while, it seemed possible that the shadow might just be outshone. “Better,” he admitted, his throat dry, his words barely above a whisper. Quick, go stand on the balcony, I have to get a photo of you, just as you are, and we will remember this moment forever!”
As Cheyenne
