[ Molly's arousal stokes his own so it's well worth wrecking him first, those moans and quaky replies run over him like ripples of heat. Fjord strokes from the root to the bump of his own lips, guiding him into his mouth where he cushions Molly on his tongue and bobs up to let him watch, a little sloppy in his devotion. He manages to shut off the anxious part of his brain for a while as Molly's scent and taste fill his senses, muffling his groans around his mouthful.
With his head buried in and going to work on Molly's crotch, hemmed in at the head with thighs, Fjord is more in his element here than he ever is in the ocean. He needs this closeness just as much as he wants to offer it. ]
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With his head buried in and going to work on Molly's crotch, hemmed in at the head with thighs, Fjord is more in his element here than he ever is in the ocean. He needs this closeness just as much as he wants to offer it. ]