[Telling Lawrence Dimick no lies and knocking him out with those American thighs? Sure why not, not like Freddy Newendyke has anywhere else to be or anyone else he'd rather be with for that matter. A little more rocking and the kid's smiling. So much for not getting mad but the madness doesn't last for long, unless it's referring to how crazy fucking mad he is for Mr. White.]
Put your money where your mouth is.
[He combs his fingers through Larry's not as thick or glossy but still great to hold hair. He can put his mouth where the kid's moneymaker is too. Something cute like that.]
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Put your money where your mouth is.
[He combs his fingers through Larry's not as thick or glossy but still great to hold hair. He can put his mouth where the kid's moneymaker is too. Something cute like that.]