[ A sly smirk curls in the corner of his lips as he gazes up, watching Molly's needy response from under lowered lashes. Fjord feels his own cock throb in sympathy, petting a tapered tip to work off some of the tension built up in his lover. It probably doesn't help how he squeezes around those fingers, sighing shakily as a result to feel their hardness buried inside and mimicking it with his fist around Molly. ]
If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.
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If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.