[ Gods, that grind kicks his libido into gear as he feels Molly rocking over the soft length of him with delicious friction he hadn't thought his body had wanted, turns out it really does. Burying his face in that teasing cleavage he inhales the clean scent of skin and lets the last few hours of horrors drift away like a bad dream, opening his mouth in lazy kisses that catch tusks on lace, plucking at that brassiere.
If his hands could leave Molly's ass ... they wouldn't even then. ]
Honey ...
[ Molly is in the semi-unique situation of Fjord feeling too reckless to care very much about their surroundings after all. ]
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If his hands could leave Molly's ass ... they wouldn't even then. ]
Honey ...
[ Molly is in the semi-unique situation of Fjord feeling too reckless to care very much about their surroundings after all. ]