[ A brow arches as he breaks the kisses long enough to ask — ]
Whose, again? What was that, Molly?
[ — while twisting his fist around the heads of their cocks, steadying his own breathing out of sheer determination as he keeps his gaze on Molly. Slow, tight friction, slick only with precome and sweat. ]
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Whose, again? What was that, Molly?
[ — while twisting his fist around the heads of their cocks, steadying his own breathing out of sheer determination as he keeps his gaze on Molly. Slow, tight friction, slick only with precome and sweat. ]