[His words come out in bit phrases with thrusts for punctuation. Freddy grunts over every pass, every push and pull. Without the wrapping yeah he'd be pretty knocked up by now although never underestimate the underdog. His loads might be left in Lawrence Dimick few and far between but each one's highly potent in the Newendyke stuff. How else did his mom have three kids in about five years? (No contraceptives, duh.)]
Love feelin' you...on me. [Freddy manages to gasp. He reaches behind himself to snag his fingers in peppering brown hair.] Fuckin' magic.
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[His words come out in bit phrases with thrusts for punctuation. Freddy grunts over every pass, every push and pull. Without the wrapping yeah he'd be pretty knocked up by now although never underestimate the underdog. His loads might be left in Lawrence Dimick few and far between but each one's highly potent in the Newendyke stuff. How else did his mom have three kids in about five years? (No contraceptives, duh.)]
Love feelin' you...on me. [Freddy manages to gasp. He reaches behind himself to snag his fingers in peppering brown hair.] Fuckin' magic.