[The clone figures that must be what it tastes like, and he sucks until there's nothing left. Only then does he pull away panting. His paws rub the kid's stomach up to his chest watching it rise and fall quickly.]
Good, good shit, cowboy. [No more thrusting, only a slow grind to soak in the rest of the feeling.]
Holdin' on, okay? Ready for more?
[Teasing, Freddy. He's just fucking with you. Damn, right here in their living room in front of the bird. Oops. Larry leans over the kid to kiss at his back some.]
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Good, good shit, cowboy. [No more thrusting, only a slow grind to soak in the rest of the feeling.]
Holdin' on, okay? Ready for more?
[Teasing, Freddy. He's just fucking with you. Damn, right here in their living room in front of the bird. Oops. Larry leans over the kid to kiss at his back some.]