[Maybe he is. Maybe it's Freddy's way of inviting Larry to spend all that energy tenderizing his ass instead of his fists on a wall or worse yet in someone's face.]
Good. [That no one and nothing can pull him off, not even his badge. Aw shit the pinch to his nipples evokes a thin reedy sound from the kid only to have it punctuated by a groan when he pounds against his prostate particularly hard.] Too much.
[Freddy sniffs. Yes, his nose is running and his eyes might be a little wet too. This is fucking intense with just his ass up in the air. It ain't no John Connor though. He twists his fingers around the other man's paw.] Like--I'm gonna spit out your load, when you c-cum.
[And in case his face and voice might seem overwhelmed, Freddy cranes his neck to make sure Larry can see him when he winks damp lashes.]
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Good. [That no one and nothing can pull him off, not even his badge. Aw shit the pinch to his nipples evokes a thin reedy sound from the kid only to have it punctuated by a groan when he pounds against his prostate particularly hard.] Too much.
[Freddy sniffs. Yes, his nose is running and his eyes might be a little wet too. This is fucking intense with just his ass up in the air. It ain't no John Connor though. He twists his fingers around the other man's paw.] Like--I'm gonna spit out your load, when you c-cum.
[And in case his face and voice might seem overwhelmed, Freddy cranes his neck to make sure Larry can see him when he winks damp lashes.]