[As his orgasm makes the grown man shake apart Larry grinds harder. Freddy catches his hand planted at his hip, holding on for dear life. Maybe he is, he'll catch his death with a man like Mr. Orange.]
Jesus, Freddy. [Can't talk much more than that. The rest is a groan as he makes sure he's emptied completely on his end.]
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Jesus, Freddy. [Can't talk much more than that. The rest is a groan as he makes sure he's emptied completely on his end.]
You [strangled, tight] love it?