Fuck. [The counter grind and the way his ass has got him all but pinched as he comes has Larry breathless. Still he moves back best he can, unable to shake out the lead. The paw positioned to keep any mess off of the couch, strokes him, milking anything that'll come on out.]
Baby, I love you. [Larry leans over, trying to be careful of his weight to make like he's trying to mark every freckle he sees on the man's back with his mouth.]
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Baby, I love you. [Larry leans over, trying to be careful of his weight to make like he's trying to mark every freckle he sees on the man's back with his mouth.]