[He'll willingly be a proverbial fuck toy for Freddy. Rough breathing through his nose lets him get the full smell of flesh and lets him carry on longer. It's a happy place to be, here between these freckled thighs. He gently squeezes and rubs at his sack. Pulling back now, off and off. Anticipating the kid's need for steady movement he keeps on stroking.]
Turn over.
[Three. Two. One paws off to take down his own trousers.]
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Turn over.
[Three. Two. One paws off to take down his own trousers.]