She was on top, straddling him, her tits pulled out of the top of her dress, the bottom bunched around her waist. Erin moved up, took his face in her hands to hold him while she kissed him and pushed the cum she had slurped up, into his mouth. Trust me.” Her voice, like a balm, soothed his fractured soul. The fabric peeled away to reveal a gaunt frame, a shadow of the man he must’ve once been. He loved how confident she looked, how she carried herself with an unmistakable grace that drew attention wherever she went. But his flesh was honest in its yearning, responding viscerally to the vitality that Cheyenne radiated, a stark contrast to his numbness. When she collapsed back onto the seat, she reached into her dress and pulled out her right tit, bending her head, licking her nipple.
