[Still not quite coherent. He gets what you mean, kid. See? He's nodding which ends up like a nuzzle. Dark brown hair brushing up against that paler blonde and some of his face. If he tried to talk it would be low moans. For a stroking a cock without a turtleneck, Freddy is a master. Every drop is milked right out of his balls. At eight teen, he'll be able to rebound soon. Larry can only dream that the next time he comes it'll be this good.]
Uh-uh huh. You don't owe me nothing.
[Blink. Blink. Did he just-? Woah man. Is it possible to start getting hard again already?]
It's--[huff puff puff a warning for the sort of strange taste was starting to form except focusing on his own spunk disappearing into that mouth really does undo him. Man, this was supposed to cut it all off. Now he's thinking about it more. There's no winning.]
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Uh-uh huh. You don't owe me nothing.
[Blink. Blink. Did he just-? Woah man. Is it possible to start getting hard again already?]
It's--[huff puff puff a warning for the sort of strange taste was starting to form except focusing on his own spunk disappearing into that mouth really does undo him. Man, this was supposed to cut it all off. Now he's thinking about it more. There's no winning.]