[Get ready for more sounds, Lawrence Dimick, because no matter how good you are at putting it in within one motion, the act of thrusting over and over is going to evoke noise from Freddy Newendyke. Each pass gets a groan that tapers into a low gasp because he's trying to keep it down too. Well, his voice anyway. His cock is at full attention.]
That's--good. Keep fuckin' my ass, man.
[Fingers pressing against his belly turn into clutches at his broad side. Freddy tilts his head back against the wall, mouth open and panting and maybe even smiling a little for such a good time they're having.]
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That's--good. Keep fuckin' my ass, man.
[Fingers pressing against his belly turn into clutches at his broad side. Freddy tilts his head back against the wall, mouth open and panting and maybe even smiling a little for such a good time they're having.]