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[ He could hold off longer but he doesn't want to force anything tonight, quickening thrusts to fuck Molly properly as he starts to seize up and tightens so deliciously, the pleasure rippling through that gorgeously gift-wrapped body in a wave. Fjord grunts as he grits his teeth and lets the squeeze of Molly's orgasm milk out his own, snarling under his breath as he tips his head back and fucks harder, the sound obscene and payoff exquisite. He shudders throughout filling up that cute ass with his seed and moans as he relaxes after, Molly's arms around him and his cock stirring stickiness to slip free and stain lace, panties soggy and soft. ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck ... [ His cock twitches and he hisses, still solid with the desire Molly inspires. ] You're the perfect mate, Molls.

[ Slurring that against a prettily pec, covered in that damnable lace. ]