[The sentimental, romantic motherfucker that Lawrence Dimick can be believes that they have a slice of paradise. No, it's not a beach or a resort. But it feels comfortable and safe. No worries and no one to answer to for anything they do.
He shifts to bob his head up and down to take him deeper. The rest of him lays against Freddy's leg, almost straddling it. Pulling off to lick and suck at his balls he also can speak.]
Where do you wanna blow it, big guy? In my mouth?
[Fucking sweet for a criminal. The worries are obviously around them. In this frame of mind it's hard to think of them at all.]
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He shifts to bob his head up and down to take him deeper. The rest of him lays against Freddy's leg, almost straddling it. Pulling off to lick and suck at his balls he also can speak.]
Where do you wanna blow it, big guy? In my mouth?
[Fucking sweet for a criminal. The worries are obviously around them. In this frame of mind it's hard to think of them at all.]