[His classic sincerity, his excellent manner, his perfect gesture. What a fucking catch you are, Lawrence Dimick, real fucking--er. Whoa. Freddy presses his cheek to the ground again. His balls are feeling a little more sensitive than his cock, could be the proximity to his prostate.]
You don't have to do that.
[He breathes, clearly reacting to his touch, though not hard again yet. The kid kind of doesn't want to admit he still needs another two minutes tops.]
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[His classic sincerity, his excellent manner, his perfect gesture. What a fucking catch you are, Lawrence Dimick, real fucking--er. Whoa. Freddy presses his cheek to the ground again. His balls are feeling a little more sensitive than his cock, could be the proximity to his prostate.]
You don't have to do that.
[He breathes, clearly reacting to his touch, though not hard again yet. The kid kind of doesn't want to admit he still needs another two minutes tops.]