Lesbian Threesome In A Beautiful Setting

“Almost there,” she murmured, trying to keep the atmosphere light despite the gravity of the situation. Her eyes, filled with a steely resolve, scanned the room, taking in the piles of unopened mail, dirty dishes, and the thick layer of dust that coated every surface. “Almost done in here,” she said before heading towards the laundry room for another load of laundry. She coaxed his body to rise from the sofa with a surprising ease that belied her slender frame. “Let’s start small,” Cheyenne suggested, her voice soothing like the melody of a familiar song. The air was thick with the memory of perfume and silence, but it was time to sweep away the cobwebs, both literal and metaphorical. “I can help you sort through these, keep what’s dear, and find a place for the rest. As she worked, her body told its own story—the curve of her spine, the flex of muscle beneath smooth skin, the small tattoo that peeked out just above where her