[Seeing as how this ain't a company car that should mean it's okay for Freddy's freckled rear to scoot to the opposite side of the backseat, back to the door, feet up to rest on Larry's lap. He's careful to avoid that dick of course.]
I wanna smoke.
[See this hand making a grabby motion? He wants you to light him up, old man. Sometimes it's just nice to sit back and relax, forget about all that shit outside their car with its burger and fries trash, traces of cum on the seats. If Larry can't tell Freddy's not gonna be bored with him by now well who knows who can help the guy. The same can be said of the kid and his subconscious worry one day Mr. White will grow impatient with him and leave until Freddy grows up. Don't seem like today though.]
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I wanna smoke.
[See this hand making a grabby motion? He wants you to light him up, old man. Sometimes it's just nice to sit back and relax, forget about all that shit outside their car with its burger and fries trash, traces of cum on the seats. If Larry can't tell Freddy's not gonna be bored with him by now well who knows who can help the guy. The same can be said of the kid and his subconscious worry one day Mr. White will grow impatient with him and leave until Freddy grows up. Don't seem like today though.]