The Ultimate Busty Threesome

As long as it takes.” Her declaration was a vow, her resolve as clear as the determination shining in her eyes. Erin’s eyes would move from Larry’s when she pulled back, seeing how much she had sunk into him, and then when she pushed forward, she would look again into his eyes, seeing the lust and pleasure, waiting for a look of pain or discomfort. “Would you like to keep some of these out?” Cheyenne asked gently, her hands pausing over Erin’s belongings. “Better,” he admitted, his throat dry, his words barely above a whisper. “Almost there,” she murmured, trying to keep the atmosphere light despite the gravity of the situation. The photo captured Erin in mid-laughter, the memory so vivid that, for an instant, Larry could hear it echo in the empty room.