[Freddy utters. His oiled skin is gonna need a shower after all this. Hey don't people prep up with oil for pouring candles and shit? That's almost a little too unorthodox for Freddy Newendyke. More like he'd never ask for it himself but Lord knows he can't say no to Lawrence Dimick. For now though there's this rope, bandana, and reins deal. He's rocking hard and solid against him, strained by the wrists and loving every second.]
Maybe you wanna save that shit. [His film he means.] For the moneyshot.
[There's a photo he wouldn't mind Larry having, a tired pile of Orange stained in White. But silly Freddy, what makes you think the old man's got only one cartridge. He's called two guns for a reason.]
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[Freddy utters. His oiled skin is gonna need a shower after all this. Hey don't people prep up with oil for pouring candles and shit? That's almost a little too unorthodox for Freddy Newendyke. More like he'd never ask for it himself but Lord knows he can't say no to Lawrence Dimick. For now though there's this rope, bandana, and reins deal. He's rocking hard and solid against him, strained by the wrists and loving every second.]
Maybe you wanna save that shit. [His film he means.] For the moneyshot.
[There's a photo he wouldn't mind Larry having, a tired pile of Orange stained in White. But silly Freddy, what makes you think the old man's got only one cartridge. He's called two guns for a reason.]