[Whoa. Whoa. Hold the phone. Whoa. No on second thought keep doing that. The moment of shock lasts only a fraction of a second before he's responding to the kiss, lips, teeth, and tongue, able to taste what's left of his drink but also the after flavor of semen. Pale reddened hips grind with him, resonating with motherfucking pleasure tinged with a dull sting. It's so fucking perfect Freddy could have never imagined.]
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T-two more minutes.
[The kid promises against the older guy's mouth.]