[Actually he meant the kind of rubber you put on your fist but the lesser said of it the better because it was only a posturing threat. Freddy wouldn't dare actually try it, he's no actor in a donkey show fff. A bullrider on the other hand...]
Don't tell me what to do.
[Swallow. It ain't easy talking shit while you're fucking the shit out of someone. Freckled hands claw at his thighs and the chair's rocking with each pound until Freddy leans in as deep as he can go and stays there. Teeth go right for a nipple as he grinds.] Think a little dancer would do this for you? Huh?
[His arms reach farther back to lock with Larry's too, wildcat caught in a trap. He's not gonna let the guy stroke a thing until he says so.] They don't know you like I do.
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Don't tell me what to do.
[Swallow. It ain't easy talking shit while you're fucking the shit out of someone. Freckled hands claw at his thighs and the chair's rocking with each pound until Freddy leans in as deep as he can go and stays there. Teeth go right for a nipple as he grinds.] Think a little dancer would do this for you? Huh?
[His arms reach farther back to lock with Larry's too, wildcat caught in a trap. He's not gonna let the guy stroke a thing until he says so.] They don't know you like I do.