[Each moment only prompts Freddy to grunt and groan and grind in time with him. For each tilt back he pivots his hips forward. For each angle that seems ripe for prostate pounding he pivots his hips straight up. Larry's not the only one who got fit in the desert. In fact the kid's tan lines are probably still visible, though not as much as they were when they first got out of there. Also, for Larry's listening pleasure, Freddy is huffing and fucking puffing.]
What movie?
[Yes. What movie. He's hardly paying attention to that menu of fine Thuggee. Why bother when he has the best dish right here fucking himself on his dick. Now freckled fingers curl around the old man's heavy bobbing cock.] Work for it, cowboy.
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What movie?
[Yes. What movie. He's hardly paying attention to that menu of fine Thuggee. Why bother when he has the best dish right here fucking himself on his dick. Now freckled fingers curl around the old man's heavy bobbing cock.] Work for it, cowboy.