[Those fingers, wet and otherwise, crawling up his torso make him shiver real nice and warm. Like a man fucking possessed, claim staked, and various other metaphors that pretty much amount to loving fucking Lawrence Dimick in every sense of them words.]
I'm alright. [He nods. That floppy hair's a little weighted down from a light sheen of sweat. His arms and legs and ass, everything feels fucking constricted, he's ready to just fall on his side if it weren't for the headboard and Larry's dick.] You?
[Finally his thighs seem to relax, enough for Larry to start pulling out.]
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I'm alright. [He nods. That floppy hair's a little weighted down from a light sheen of sweat. His arms and legs and ass, everything feels fucking constricted, he's ready to just fall on his side if it weren't for the headboard and Larry's dick.] You?
[Finally his thighs seem to relax, enough for Larry to start pulling out.]