[Pump him full, he means. Freddy huffs and puffs. His thighs are still weak, weak enough that ever so slowly he leans forward until he's resting flat face down on the ground. With Larry still inside him.]
Goddamn, man.
[He's talking like he just ran a damn marathon. Pant pant, no taste of semen in his mouth, unfortunately.]
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[Pump him full, he means. Freddy huffs and puffs. His thighs are still weak, weak enough that ever so slowly he leans forward until he's resting flat face down on the ground. With Larry still inside him.]
Goddamn, man.
[He's talking like he just ran a damn marathon. Pant pant, no taste of semen in his mouth, unfortunately.]