[Fucking hell he loves when Larry flexes too, all that hard muscle, the seemingly bulging wildcat. Yep, Newendyke, you are one massive homo. A little more writhing and grinding and he's pretty sure he's running on empty.]
Jesus Christ....
[If Ma Dimick could hear them and see them now. Freddy rests his damp forehead against Larry, lips pursing to kiss along hot skin back here.] Fuck...
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Jesus Christ....
[If Ma Dimick could hear them and see them now. Freddy rests his damp forehead against Larry, lips pursing to kiss along hot skin back here.] Fuck...