Whoa. [Freddy sounds for the scooting that gets the rest of his jeans off.] What're you--[Breathe, Newendyke.]--What're you gonna do?
[His bare chest is rising and falling faster now, green eyes wide on Lawrence Dimick because that handsome face is no longer on his cock. What next? Oh that feels nice too, the thigh treatment.]
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[His bare chest is rising and falling faster now, green eyes wide on Lawrence Dimick because that handsome face is no longer on his cock. What next? Oh that feels nice too, the thigh treatment.]