[He chases each slam with a hard grunt, one hand reaching back to anchor onto a paw, a wildcat, anything. Whatever noise Freddy makes right after it's fucking pleased and satisfied as fuck. He groans when he feels Larry grinding into him, leaving the sudden burst of heat to pool inside.]
That's it baby, gimme everything you got. [His words are rushed, aching and arching just like his body.]
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That's it baby, gimme everything you got. [His words are rushed, aching and arching just like his body.]