[ Spoiled and worth it. Fjord teases the v of that forked tongue with his own before drawing him into a hungry kiss, kneading his way down the curve of an ass to slip a finger underneath a tail and seek out a hidden, hot little hole, rubbing to the pace of every lick. The surface has the massage oil and he'll get to it in a minute, but for now it's a little whimsical just to have Molly in his arms with his curly hair floating like a ribbon and burning skin slipping over Fjord's, secret and safe under the water, free hand running up and down a slender form to try and memorise every inch of his lover. ]
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