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[Those words get him so fucking hard he's threatening to wet at the tip of his cock already. Whoa hey hey where are his paws going? Freddy's quick to reach back and claim both wrists for himself to pin them above Larry's head. Right on the couch arm. Of course that's assuming Larry Dimick lets him. That's how this team works.]

When I'm ready.

[Freddy insists, then his hips thrust forward again, eager to fuck his face at least for a moment. It ought to guarantee whatever load Mr. White has in him will leave its mark in this place.]