[It's like holding hands all over again except now he's the one doing the pounding instead of Larry. Those fingers, thick as they are, sure ain't as thick as his cock. However positioned like this maybe the old man gets a better idea of just how much he makes the kid tremble. Those freckled reddened thighs are shaking a little with each grind. Suffice it to say, the way he palms his balls milks every last drop out. If he can't knock Larry up ain't no one else gonna get the chance. His load belongs to Lawrence Dimick.]
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Fuck, man... [Freddy sighs.] .....I'm exhausted.