[It's such a struggle to listen. No room for regret at all. Larry could beat off while just sitting here except that would mean the kid has one through and through. Stick it out, man. Open and listen.]
It's the quiet ones.
[See? Listening. Paws rub right on back at Freddy's shoulders and into his hair. Larry half wonders if he doesn't keep his thighs tense or knees to the ground that he'd fucking squish the kid.]
So didja? [Panting, it might be ruffling that blonde brown hair that's going wherever it likes.] Didja take his cock up your ass?
[Right now Freddy's out of this world uncut piece feels especially telescopic if we're gonna think about proportions. Hopefully the gun oil will remain slick as promised. There needs to be something to cause friction between them.]
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It's the quiet ones.
[See? Listening. Paws rub right on back at Freddy's shoulders and into his hair. Larry half wonders if he doesn't keep his thighs tense or knees to the ground that he'd fucking squish the kid.]
So didja? [Panting, it might be ruffling that blonde brown hair that's going wherever it likes.] Didja take his cock up your ass?
[Right now Freddy's out of this world uncut piece feels especially telescopic if we're gonna think about proportions. Hopefully the gun oil will remain slick as promised. There needs to be something to cause friction between them.]