[ ... He needs ten more of these vials stashed in the bag of holding, just in case. ]
Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.
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Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.