[No words this time but there's an unmistakable sound of his mouth accommodating the pushing motion. He's not going to take it off that dick, not now. The heel of his palm puts pressure on his heavy balls, kneading them like doing so might coax him to come sooner. Freddy wants to the ability to say he'd do anything for Larry, but he knows that's not the case. On the other hand the old man wouldn't want him that way would he? They saw what a mess he made when he forgot he was a cop. In that form he was willing to do anything for Lawrence Dimick, Mr. White, under the assumption what Freddy wanted was what Larry wanted too.]
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