[Because he stopped seeing solely Mr. White the day he was shot, when Larry told him his name because he asked. He didn't have to give it, but he did. That's when he really became Larry to Mr. Orange, to Freddy.]
Oh God. [He shudders, writhes, reedy and rasping just the way he--they--like it.] Do it. Do it, tough guy.
[The kid's legs seem to buckle when he tries fucking that big old fist and it's because his load, significantly lighter than the first, is already coming down between thick fingers. But he's no less tight for it.]
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[Because he stopped seeing solely Mr. White the day he was shot, when Larry told him his name because he asked. He didn't have to give it, but he did. That's when he really became Larry to Mr. Orange, to Freddy.]
Oh God. [He shudders, writhes, reedy and rasping just the way he--they--like it.] Do it. Do it, tough guy.
[The kid's legs seem to buckle when he tries fucking that big old fist and it's because his load, significantly lighter than the first, is already coming down between thick fingers. But he's no less tight for it.]