[ Enjoying his ill-gotten victory upon Mt. Fjord, Molly tugs his shirt over his head. The bruise completely gone now and his skin hot again, showing that he's definitely himself once more. He laughs at the tickling kisses and revels in the 'accusation' of being a cheater.
Of course that means he's flipped over again, laughing and dragging his fingers up the half-orc's back, tilting his head to give more access to his neck without the horn protecting it as much. ]
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Of course that means he's flipped over again, laughing and dragging his fingers up the half-orc's back, tilting his head to give more access to his neck without the horn protecting it as much. ]
Such a brute, throwing me around.
[ Like it isn't the hottest damn thing. ]