[ There it is, that perfect feeling of being filled with a push of that fat cock into him. It burns a bit but Molly does his best to relax, holding on to strong shoulders as his body accepts Fjord. He's happily pulled into his lap, feeling near weightless in the water as he's moved to meet those thrusts, hands grasping what they can as he's being overwhelmed with the harder thrusts and quicker slides of their bodies.
Gods, he loves that cock. Every ridge and bump on it seems made to drive him crazy, rubbing both at his inside and the well-stretched rim.
Then Fjord's tusks are at his shoulder again, chomping down and pressing against his skin, nearly holding him in place - all Molly can do is curse and make those loud, shameless sounds that would make both old sailors and courtesans blush. He's never shy about his pleasure, and fucked like this, between pleasure and pain and feeling so right? You bet he's letting Fjord (and the rest of the bath house) know how good it is. ]
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Gods, he loves that cock. Every ridge and bump on it seems made to drive him crazy, rubbing both at his inside and the well-stretched rim.
Then Fjord's tusks are at his shoulder again, chomping down and pressing against his skin, nearly holding him in place - all Molly can do is curse and make those loud, shameless sounds that would make both old sailors and courtesans blush. He's never shy about his pleasure, and fucked like this, between pleasure and pain and feeling so right? You bet he's letting Fjord (and the rest of the bath house) know how good it is. ]