[He can't answer. At least not yet. No writhing, that's okay. But the way he's breathing and not able to complete a thought is good enough. Graying head of hair bobs on his cock. That finger isn't so shy about what he's up to, into a fucking motion. It's backwards and Freddy can take more. But why rush for the guy who nearly walked away from him after sitting on his lap and smoking his cigarette.]
Yeah. I do. Goes in, knowing what he wants.
[Two fingers. Larry now licks at him, open for some conversation if that's what the man really wants. Heh.]
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Yeah. I do. Goes in, knowing what he wants.
[Two fingers. Larry now licks at him, open for some conversation if that's what the man really wants. Heh.]