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The air is a thick sultry red, swirling with humidity. Tuddrussel is buck naked and Larry is wearing a pink kerchief tied around his neck in a triangle; a gold hoop earring on the right. Unassuming enough, but it had caught Tuddrussel's attention earlier so much so that it elicited a snide remark from the officer.

But now Larry is sat leaning forward atop the officer's stomach, his arms draped around broad neck and shoulders. Tuddrussel is sitting back propped up on his elbows and Larry presses down and out like a natural ho. His wet and wanting robussyTM boops and frots against Tuddrussel's shamefully stiff pp, which only grows stiffer and more shameful with each generous taste of the robussyTM. Larry rolls again and feels his penis slide light and easy against the contours of Tuddrussel's abs. He cheekily snags himself at the man's bellybutton every so often, slick and quiet, heavy, restrained. He can tell where Buck is ticklish. Amused with his work, yet stern with intention, Larry reminds Tuddrussel that he wears anything in any way he pleases.

Buck closes his eyes - maybe he can stop himself from feeling a way, mad af at how this cunt ass robot is making him feel. It sends his head into a spin. You can see the condensation in each shallowing breath, and there's a cherry red blooming across country boy's cheeks. The sweat on his skin takes on a gentle blue glow. He wants to resist, to take back control. But he can only manage a quiet acknowledgement amidst the dizzying heat of Larry's sex. As if to ask for more.