[Whoa whoa whoa, Lawrence Dimick, that is moving fast! So fast it makes Freddy rock fucking hard. His back is solid against the pillar that happens to mimic his dick quite well at the moment.]
Oh shit.
[He breathes, knees locking to prevent buckling. His fingers comb through the old man's hair.]
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Oh shit.
[He breathes, knees locking to prevent buckling. His fingers comb through the old man's hair.]