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ah, there it was: the terror radius of the impending killer, only jeff knew that it was frank, the one heâd become so infatuated with as of lately. paired with the scratching of the knife, the terror radius became almost deafening as he saw the killer drop his upper body down by the generator, poking his scantily clad ass out for jeff to see. he dropped his hands, wiping them on his jeans, and smirked at the killer. â i knew you would come⌠â as he felt the cool steel of frankâs knife, jeff raised his head slowly and got up from the crouching position. snow fell from his kneecaps as he did so. he admired every crevice of frankâs body behind the confines of the nearly-nonexistent lingerie and how every little dip of his upper could be seen in the firelight. â iâve been dreaming of that pussy, you little slut⌠how âbout you start by letting me see those tits? â his large hand reached down to play with frankâs nipples through the satin fabric.Â
âyeah, well, felix and dwight tripped and fell on my knife before i could bend over for them instead...â a small, dry chuckle left the boyâs lips as he joked to the older man. as if he had any interest in the other survivors, with their pathetic need to live. jeff was much more fueled by his need to cum â and that was why he was frankâs favorite. âare you giving me orders, old man? donât make me use this thing...â the tip of his knife was still pointed at the manâs throat, though they both knew that it wouldnât be put to use. there were much more important things on the agenda. a feminine moan fell from his lips as he let out a frosty huff, arching his chest towards those large, possessive hands. âthese tits, daddy? i canât show you them when youâve got your hands all over them...â he teased, thumbing down the strap on each side so that the bra was only hanging to his chest by the manâs tight grip. âall you have to do is let go and these tits are gonna be all yours...â















