[Thin pale blue cotton sheets actually. It was all he could come up with. Part of the deal. He insisted that they be cleaned. They smell clean. Awash in sensation each time he blinks he swears for a second that they're where they should be. That's not rain it's the static from their TV. It's the mattress on Freddy's bed, all the sheets and comfortable pillows have fallen away. The Silver Surfer is vigilantly watching as always without judgment.
Except not. The paint is peeling, the floor is dirty. Two grown men are fucking like wild rabbits. Who could ask for more?]
I am. [He's got to with his prostate being hit head on each time. Freddy's hand isn't pussy or ass but whatever he does that make fucking his fist so good he needs to never give up. Don't think that he doesn't notice how much he's tightened up while coming. The difference is even more apparent as he starts to slowly come on down.]
All my load is yours.
[To throw any place he likes, to wear or to ingest.]
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Except not. The paint is peeling, the floor is dirty. Two grown men are fucking like wild rabbits. Who could ask for more?]
I am. [He's got to with his prostate being hit head on each time. Freddy's hand isn't pussy or ass but whatever he does that make fucking his fist so good he needs to never give up. Don't think that he doesn't notice how much he's tightened up while coming. The difference is even more apparent as he starts to slowly come on down.]
All my load is yours.
[To throw any place he likes, to wear or to ingest.]