[Hips twitch trying not to drive on down his throat. Cool it, Dimick. Don't go savage. Freddy's oft flapping lips look great with a cock between them. All that action has him a few seconds from leaning on the wall. Off? Oh damn.]
What the fuck did I say about you telling me what to do?
[Paws at his hips, as hard and rough as before and back on in with the same amount of caution as before. There is a clear difference with the extra saliva. Maybe they both might have to have mouth work if they wanna try this again.]
You're gonna get it, and you're gonna get it hard. [He's got a long, low grunt as he keeps going.]
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What the fuck did I say about you telling me what to do?
[Paws at his hips, as hard and rough as before and back on in with the same amount of caution as before. There is a clear difference with the extra saliva. Maybe they both might have to have mouth work if they wanna try this again.]
You're gonna get it, and you're gonna get it hard. [He's got a long, low grunt as he keeps going.]