[ Molly almost pushes Fjord over the edge by trailing his tongue over a sensitive nipple, curled over him (in him) like an infernal vision in lavender. The only reason Fjord holds on to any self-control is a desperation to stay as he is for as long as possible, burning with pleasure and unable to think with Molly moving inside, stirring a poignant ache that Fjord hasn't felt in years (if at all, the memories are foggy enough to suggest not). He crooks a knee to curl his leg around a waist and keep him close, near enough to orgasm that he's a breath away from coming when Molly reels off more filth that makes Fjord feel more loved than he expected.
I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
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I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
Inside, come inside me.
[ So it all lasts longer. ]