You think my hand's... [Groan. Shit he feels fucking full.] Some kinda fuckin'--threat?
[A hitch of breath cuts through his own words as Freddy leans at the right angle to emphasize every press on his prostate. Keep it tight, Newendyke, and he'll blow it before you do. Don't be an easy fuck now. The kid licks at his own teeth before tilting down to bite at the old man's throat, nothing bloodletting, but definitely firm. He only clenches tighter at the mouth (among other places) when he feels Larry's hand on his dick.]
Mmmhuh.
[Freddy sounds, not willing to let the movement break his rhythm. He's still fucking riding the shit out of Lawrence Dimick's lap. Good thing this chair is sturdy, worth every rainbow penny.]
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[A hitch of breath cuts through his own words as Freddy leans at the right angle to emphasize every press on his prostate. Keep it tight, Newendyke, and he'll blow it before you do. Don't be an easy fuck now. The kid licks at his own teeth before tilting down to bite at the old man's throat, nothing bloodletting, but definitely firm. He only clenches tighter at the mouth (among other places) when he feels Larry's hand on his dick.]
Mmmhuh.
[Freddy sounds, not willing to let the movement break his rhythm. He's still fucking riding the shit out of Lawrence Dimick's lap. Good thing this chair is sturdy, worth every rainbow penny.]