[Freddy's not sure either because that ice and those fingers aren't just locked up tight, they're locked up right against his prostate. The chill is intense as fuck. Look Dimmy, his thighs are trembling.]
Have you--done this before??
[Maybe he's misinterpreting Larry's words. What the fuck does it matter it feels crazy. When his body reconciles with the ice's temperature Freddy finds himself wanting more.] Again...
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Have you--done this before??
[Maybe he's misinterpreting Larry's words. What the fuck does it matter it feels crazy. When his body reconciles with the ice's temperature Freddy finds himself wanting more.] Again...
[Like the sound of that, Lawrence Dimick?]