[ It's awfully hot under the blanket but he's making a point, somehow, and Molly is denied the right to touch anything but the soft lump currently covering him in impatient lovebites. Fjord channels his fondness into flattening Molly's cock against his belly with a firm lick, learning the shape of him in the dark with far less finesse than usual. It's a game that Fjord will win, with rules of his own devising on the spot. ]
I'm just a mimic-blanket, nothing strange going on here ... !
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I'm just a mimic-blanket, nothing strange going on here ... !