[ This was like losing himself in artwork. Every line of that green body was perfection to Molly, spit-slicked lips and legs sprawled open just for him. There's a deep groan at the sight of what Fjord does with his wet fingers - making more of that mess that the tiefling is more than happy to lean down and lick at. Molly slides his tongue over a pec and then slips a nipple in his mouth to suck. It's a bit uncoordinated even for a former circusman with everything else he was doing, but that was irresistible.
The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]
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The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]