[They might not be big old paws but his freckled palms are holding onto Larry's broad shoulders something solid. It's the same grip he'd use to put a perp over the hood of a car but Larry's no criminal right now, not to Freddy. His expression is half pleasure and half determination, eager to milk an orgasm out of them both. That paw on him is the last straw.]
Fuck. I want that, I want it baby.
[His thighs are shaking and his knees buckle as the kid comes right on him, spilling out on those thick fingers and probably on his shirt too.]
Fuck, Larry. Oh fuck. [He's grinding hard in his lap, every inch of White's cock hooded and snug in his ass.]
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Fuck. I want that, I want it baby.
[His thighs are shaking and his knees buckle as the kid comes right on him, spilling out on those thick fingers and probably on his shirt too.]
Fuck, Larry. Oh fuck. [He's grinding hard in his lap, every inch of White's cock hooded and snug in his ass.]