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[His hand is moving at a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow. It's the need to have something there, a tightness around his own cock while he's got an even bigger one plowing his face. It's making his ass ache too. Is this the part where if it was at one of those dirtier clubs they'd toss a coin to decide who gets to wrap up and feed the cockslut's other end? Do they even do that at clubs? Of course they do, Newendyke, you've seen it done to women. He only wishes he's seen it done to men with his own caramel apple eyes.

Aw fuck the sound that comes out of him now is close to a deep aching sigh. Yes sir, he likes that, sir. Freddy fucking loves it.]