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Cheyenne’s confident steps echoed through the dim, cluttered living room as she entered Larry’s home. Latishia bends to examine a sewing machine, her body stretching in such a way that highlights every contour. Porn sex “That smell ought to last all night, so when you have a minute through the night, smell them and remember me. Grime clung to his skin as if it had become part of him, a second skin he couldn’t shed no matter how hard he scrubbed, not that, that was a priority for Larry. As she turned, unaware of the eyes upon her, the light caught the edges of her hair, turning them into a dark halo around her face. She stood, dusting off her hands against the back of her shorts, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that drew Larry’s attention away from his worries. With the laundry basket perched on her hip, Cheyenne found Larry, his eyes fixed on the frame of the door she had passed through minutes ago. The dirt swirled down the drain, disappearing along with pieces of the darkness that enveloped him. The sight of him, so far removed from the robust figure that used to play catch in the yard, clenched Cheyenne’s heart in a vice of compassion.
