[Looks like that really got the blood boiling in all the right ways didn't it? Freddy can't help but lean in some more, like he might actually kiss Larry this time, but he doesn't. He gets close just enough to speak against his lips.]
You're a funny guy.
[And the kid can see you sweating. Oof. Careful, Dimmy, he's moving around on you now. He's not a teenager anymore but Freddy still has the twenties on his side. Lawrence Dimick is a big man, whether or not his big dick can stay in while he's changing up his seat is questionable. Either way he goes from his knees to his feet and a freckled arm is stretching to brace the back of the seat behind him.]
I had a girlfriend do it like this once.
[He huffs. Is it the truth? Does Larry care? Does it matter when Freddy knows drawing that sort of parallel always gets his rocks off? Can he pay attention to Orange's words at all when he's guiding his cock back up into his ass so he can bear down on it? Just look at that full page spread in your lap now, Dimmy, right where the action is.]
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You're a funny guy.
[And the kid can see you sweating. Oof. Careful, Dimmy, he's moving around on you now. He's not a teenager anymore but Freddy still has the twenties on his side. Lawrence Dimick is a big man, whether or not his big dick can stay in while he's changing up his seat is questionable. Either way he goes from his knees to his feet and a freckled arm is stretching to brace the back of the seat behind him.]
I had a girlfriend do it like this once.
[He huffs. Is it the truth? Does Larry care? Does it matter when Freddy knows drawing that sort of parallel always gets his rocks off? Can he pay attention to Orange's words at all when he's guiding his cock back up into his ass so he can bear down on it? Just look at that full page spread in your lap now, Dimmy, right where the action is.]