[It kind of is and kind of isn't. On one hand it's a classic and Freddy loves it when Larry plows the crap out of him from behind. On the other hand, Larry isn't Freddy and if there's one thing Freddy knows about Larry it's the joy he gets from being able to look eye to eye while fucking, getting fucked. Remember, Newendyke, he brought home a bed. Fuck him like you're on one.]
You look great. [He praises before giving Mr. White an unceremonious push onto his side.] This is better.
[Oof. On he goes to separate Larry's legs, the one Freddy's straddling stays straight while the other bends at the knee, high enough to be out of the way. Before he can put it in he's got to spit on his hand, an extra measure of caution that he smears onto the tip of his cock.] Now I'll fuck you, baby.
[Orange leans forward, one hand to guide himself, one hand pressing on White's thigh for leverage.]
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You look great. [He praises before giving Mr. White an unceremonious push onto his side.] This is better.
[Oof. On he goes to separate Larry's legs, the one Freddy's straddling stays straight while the other bends at the knee, high enough to be out of the way. Before he can put it in he's got to spit on his hand, an extra measure of caution that he smears onto the tip of his cock.] Now I'll fuck you, baby.
[Orange leans forward, one hand to guide himself, one hand pressing on White's thigh for leverage.]