[ Molly laughs again, bright and happy as Fjord moves up to capture him in a kiss so full of sweet emotions, sliding his forked tongue against Fjord's broader one with a pleased sigh. He groans softly into that mouth as they press together and the half-orc starts rocking them in hand, loving the feeling of their hot flesh sliding together with the help of some precome and clever movements. ]
Your bastard.
[ He says against those hungry lips, heated and fond at the same time. ]
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Your bastard.
[ He says against those hungry lips, heated and fond at the same time. ]