[Paws all over him, a dick still inside him, kisses on his back, shit if only he could squeeze out another load. Freddy doesn't doubt the possibility but right now he feels way too fucking spent to even give a verbal response. 'Har dee fuckin' har' would fit in perfectly.]
Fuck... [You. Oh wait they just did that. He brushes floppy hair out of his eyes by shaking it against the clone's leg.] How're you doin'?
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Fuck... [You. Oh wait they just did that. He brushes floppy hair out of his eyes by shaking it against the clone's leg.] How're you doin'?