[Damn he sure can constrict. Larry swallows. His own dick is feeling might snug and neglected. That's okay right now because this is about Freddy. Fuck, one of the larger reasons why he bought and tried the dye for the kid. A man's must look good for his baby. That's one of the things he grew up with. Though everyone thought that meant that his baby would be in heels and a tress and have her assets held in something higher than an A cup. Those are nice to have on your hands, no question. Except there's the rough touch of stubble, calloused hands and denim jeans and so much more.
Here is Lawrence Dimick on his knees again for a cop.]
Who says you can't? Not me. Gonna lose it right in my face? Huh?
[Even though he's licking. Once he feels muscles relax enough, this bear goes to town.]
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Here is Lawrence Dimick on his knees again for a cop.]
Who says you can't? Not me. Gonna lose it right in my face? Huh?
[Even though he's licking. Once he feels muscles relax enough, this bear goes to town.]