[Fortunately(?!) for the carpet and furniture it's not much more than a fucking dribble from the tip of his cock. There's a whole heck of a lot more evidence in what Larry's done to him by way of Freddy's face and voice. He grips the edge of the table so fucking tight.]
Oh fuck.
[He whines like he's fucking dying, back arching up against him as if drawn by a leash held by the old man's teeth.] Larry.
[Listen to that rasp. Look at the floppy hair sticking to his forehead. It's like Christmas all over again, or was it New Year's? Hell he can't remember the last time he was so thoroughly fucked out of his mind.]
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Oh fuck.
[He whines like he's fucking dying, back arching up against him as if drawn by a leash held by the old man's teeth.] Larry.
[Listen to that rasp. Look at the floppy hair sticking to his forehead. It's like Christmas all over again, or was it New Year's? Hell he can't remember the last time he was so thoroughly fucked out of his mind.]