[Really, Lawrence Dimick? Really? Fine, Freddy can play hardball too. He puts the camera down because he's gonna need two hands for this. The one in his hair stays there, still pulling while these other fingers wedge their way between his dick and his lips. Don't bite him now, White, you'll regret it. Freddy pulls again, fingers hooked like he's dragging in a prize fish.]
I said stop.
[Growl. It's the best unforgiving tough guy voice he can muster. It's nowhere near the cold focus he wore when he killed Blonde.]
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I said stop.
[Growl. It's the best unforgiving tough guy voice he can muster. It's nowhere near the cold focus he wore when he killed Blonde.]