[He's thinking about those dirty movies, the ones that don't have women (the only ones he has) he keeps shamelessly in their home yet for whatever reason can't acknowledge what their very existence implies. Look human sexuality is a complex thing okay? But yeah Freddy's thinking about those dirty movies and none of them even come close to how good this is. He can feel his hot load running slow on his face, sticking to his skin, his light freckles, near his mouth. It feels like magic. Dirty fucking nasty magic.]
You gonna take a picture?
[Of Freddy Newendyke, Mr. Orange, freshly fucked on all fours and still wearing his bandana with a facial added on. Talking inevitably leads to a tip of the tongue swiping the corner of his lips despite where that cock's been. It's not the same as ass to mouth really.]
no subject
You gonna take a picture?
[Of Freddy Newendyke, Mr. Orange, freshly fucked on all fours and still wearing his bandana with a facial added on. Talking inevitably leads to a tip of the tongue swiping the corner of his lips despite where that cock's been. It's not the same as ass to mouth really.]