[He almost has a witty retort for that, something about soap and dropping it, but the hand stroking him takes the words right out of his flapping mouth. Shit, he's got to hold onto Larry's side or else his knees might buckle out from under him. They do spread though upon feeling those fingertips so damn close, like some kind of automatic response to a gesture his body knows so fucking well.]
Come at me with all you got, old man.
[Freddy growls, egging him on quite enthusiastically, as enthusiastic as the thrusts he makes cock to cock.]
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Come at me with all you got, old man.
[Freddy growls, egging him on quite enthusiastically, as enthusiastic as the thrusts he makes cock to cock.]