[Hold on to your seat, Lawrence Dimick, because the anchoring doesn't stop there. Freddy's bending his legs at the knees to hook one with Larry's, intertwined, while the other sort of just bends and curls at the toes. It's helping him to brace the bed with each impact. Each grunt and groan.]
Larry. Fuck me, tough guy!
[He did say louder. Why are they less concerned about neighbors learning their names during loud sessions of sex? Could be Freddy just doesn't think any person in their right mind would care to listen.]
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Larry. Fuck me, tough guy!
[He did say louder. Why are they less concerned about neighbors learning their names during loud sessions of sex? Could be Freddy just doesn't think any person in their right mind would care to listen.]