[Why stay fixated on the fantasy of film when you're living out the real deal. Larry rides with him, slam for slam as much as he can manage between the haze of pleasure he's swimming and squirming.]
I love [get it out, old man, let him hear it after all he means it] you. [He hisses at the scratch and arcs up against him as he claws downward.] Mark me up.
[So damn good, oh shit. He looks back at the monster that's got him so wound up.]
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I love [get it out, old man, let him hear it after all he means it] you. [He hisses at the scratch and arcs up against him as he claws downward.] Mark me up.
[So damn good, oh shit. He looks back at the monster that's got him so wound up.]
Do it. Fill me up.