Hustler. Playboy. Shit they got at the casino, baby. I modified it a little.

[More? Fucking hell does he love this man. Larry licks his side, tracing a rib.]

Because I know that you would try and stop my long, cold winter. I have to show you the benefits.

[Nope. Not a clue who Mr. Freeze is other than...he's probably a cold guy. Makes sense. Two fingers thrust a few times, keeping him prepped the next piece is not put in immediately. Larry runs it along the crack of his ass and around the entrance tracing his own fingertips. This is a task for two hands so his cock has to dangle abandoned for the time being. Now it slips on in.]

Nothing like a chill right to your core.