[ It feels like he never got fucked before in his life, not if this was how it was supposed to be. Variations of oh get louder and longer as his hips follow their own path in life and rock down on that finger to get more friction, abs tensed like his thighs in his eagerness to chase those electrifying sensations. His nails prick at Molly's skin and he kisses him back with a low moan, no longer in control of his mumbling. ]
That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!
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That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!