[Larry seems to be working extra hard to make this look way fucking good for Freddy. How sweet. The effort doesn't go unrecognized. He'll commend his old man by making his thrusts harder, firm and solid, one after the other, but not rapid just yet. He has to maintain a measure of control to let Larry know who's in fucking charge right now.]
I'm workin' my way up, asshole.
[A little pun there for the asshole he's plowing. Even with his uncut dick he can feel every push and pull on his shaft, how tight Larry is because it's not every day he lets another man up his ass. Freddy was sure as hell he wasn't going to take their third party anywhere but in his mouth, which is okay by the kid too. It's kind of sweet and endearing, something unique to Lawrence Dimick. Truth is, Freddy would be fucking enraged if someone else thought he could squeeze his way between Larry's thighs.]
Like it? Longer, shorter? [He asks, putting his back into it so he can lay a hard slap to Larry's ass.]
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I'm workin' my way up, asshole.
[A little pun there for the asshole he's plowing. Even with his uncut dick he can feel every push and pull on his shaft, how tight Larry is because it's not every day he lets another man up his ass. Freddy was sure as hell he wasn't going to take their third party anywhere but in his mouth, which is okay by the kid too. It's kind of sweet and endearing, something unique to Lawrence Dimick. Truth is, Freddy would be fucking enraged if someone else thought he could squeeze his way between Larry's thighs.]
Like it? Longer, shorter? [He asks, putting his back into it so he can lay a hard slap to Larry's ass.]