[ The vial rolls out of his hand, momentarily forgotten as he moans into the kiss and runs his hands up stockinged thighs, catches on garters, rakes his nails up a corset to see how much give it has; he drags Molly in impatiently with a yank on the ass and drops backwards on the bed as his hips drive up on instinct to find the lace-wrapped cock above and rut right against it to deliver his boyfriend some relief, wanting to ease those needy sobs.
A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
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A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
You're so fucking beautiful, so beautiful ...