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Francine was painting on the canvas when Freddy arrived. “Babe!” She squealed, dropping the brush and ran to jump into his arms. Freddy lifted with her ease. He carried her to a couch in her studio. “Someone is perky today.” He said, raising an eyebrow. Francine shrugged, wrapped both arms behind his head as he took a seat. “Just ecstatic.” Freddy narrowed his eyes on her. “The past weeks? Including when we were in Singapore? What happened, then?” He probed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Felix glared at Freddo “What he needs now is rest and not that alcohol in your mind!” Felix almost yelled to Freddos face “That's okay guys, we can celebrate if that's what Freddo wants” “Yess….” Freddo dance in excitement, while the others shook their heads in annoyance

Spring asks, tossing her jacket to the floor as she sits down on the mattress. Without warning, Freddie grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he snarls. “Why are you always nagging me about money? Once my streaming career takes off, you’ll be swimming in drugs. So quit whining!” He slaps her across the face, hard, before lighting a cigarette and shoving the white substance in his mouth from the shopping bags she brought and turning his attention to a video game.

A man worked on the computers and two cops chilled on the other side. “Wassup, Wady?” Arthur yelped. Wade winced. “The van ain’t soundproof, you moron!” Whispered Freddie and punched Arthur on the arm. “Ouch!” Arthur screamed even louder. Freddie put his hand on his mouth. Arthur licked it. “Eww! What are you, five?” Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face.

Just like the pro in licking pussy that he is, Frederick licked my stress away, sucking and working his tongue in and out of my honeypot. “You care if Tommy gets a ride?.'’ he asked, standing up. “Tell Tommy to be fast about it.” i said breathing heavily, my eyes also turned to look at the door. Frederick opened his zipper after freeing his belt and there was Tommy. Stretched out, perfect red head with beautiful veins all over him. “Arrgh... Fuck!... Shit...” i moaned, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. I thought Tommy was doing a good job, until Frederick raised my two legs with his arm, drawing me a lit forward and then intensified his thrusts.

I yelped as a huge pulp of red, warm mess flung itself at me. Freya cackled like a hyena, almost falling over as the jack in a box mechanism she had concealed at the bottom of the metal pie dish bobbed around, spattering more strawberry mess to the floor. “Freya….I…” before I looked down at myself and broke into braying laughter, too. My torso was absolutely obliterated. It was a good job she took off my shirt. Except as she giggled, she edged towards me with fire in her eyes. “I loved reading your pranks, I think this one might be fit for the record books?”

My blood freezes over numerous notifications immediately after the photo upload. "Oops,my bad" Freya's removes her foot. "Me too. Finger slipped" Bridgette giggles deviously.

I closed my eyes and the first face I saw in the back of my mind was one and only, Freddy. I saw him walking closer to me while slowly stripping his clothes off. Once he was naked, he stepped into the tub. He sat between my legs and inhaled deeply while looking into my eyes. "Honey Bunch, you smell so amazing. My stomach is growling to eat your delicious pussy." He said and he pushed his middle finger inside my mouth. I moaned softly as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of my mouth to get it lubricated with my saliva.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

“I’m going to step into the bathroom to put on something sexy and take care of protection. You just get naked and in bed.” As soon as she closed the door, Freddie jumped out of his pants, peeled his sticky boxers off, and threw them against the wall where they stuck. He sat in the bed and tried to relax. Baseball, I’ve got to think baseball. Singles, doubles, triples, homers. I’m going to score a grand slam! The door opened and she stepped out wearing nothing but a smile. “Is this too much clothing or just enough?”