[Pant, pant, pant. Pulled this way, forced that way, he feels like a little guy. Mr. Orange makes a great big man, that's for sure. Senses are tingling from his scalp to those toes.]
That's all bullshit.
[That's what Freddy is full of. And usually it's Larry. So hah! Besides, if anyone were to be pregnant by now, it would be Freddy. He keeps this knowledge to himself.]
Damn. [Still hard up inside of him. He lightly shuts his eyes and swears he can feel every vein and fold of his cock. Larry swipes a paw over his stomach. There's still cum cooling on his skin, enough to lick off of his own fingertips.]
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That's all bullshit.
[That's what Freddy is full of. And usually it's Larry. So hah! Besides, if anyone were to be pregnant by now, it would be Freddy. He keeps this knowledge to himself.]
Damn. [Still hard up inside of him. He lightly shuts his eyes and swears he can feel every vein and fold of his cock. Larry swipes a paw over his stomach. There's still cum cooling on his skin, enough to lick off of his own fingertips.]