But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Is Larry's mouth still on his? Because if so Freddy's going to pinch his teeth down on his lip. Nothing hard enough to break skin and bleed, mind, but firm. It's better than hissing low or groaning wide. When the old man's cock is finally out Freddy can feel how open and thoroughly fucked he got...enough that a little bit of cum is seeping out of his asshole.

Next door whoever it is--a man judging from the voice--sounds his own groan, possibly from the strain his rear is giving him. If only he had what White and Orange were having.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oh yeah. Larry is Freddy's gag and former plug. And the kid is his own anchor. His tongue flicks now and then at those lightly clenched teeth. So far they're quiet enough. It's satisfying to know they're, for the most part, undetected. Their corner is the farthest away from the door and from the patrician. For good measure, and to see if that is really want he thinks it is rolling down freckled skill, a paw gives the kid's ass a pat.

Both feet on the ground, no longer a beast with two backs or dicks--from Earth--the old man can keep up his kiss for one more pass. Here, he tucks Freddy's briefs back into the places they should be. Stained and stretched they'll work.

The man in the next stall appears to carry on as though he is alone.]