[ Fjord is a warm mountain at Molly's side where he runs a hand over that beautiful body too, groping the silky swell of a thigh where he purposefully ladders the stockings with his nails, kissing his way along a shoulder. ]

Like I'll die if I can't fuck you several times in a row? Yes.

[ His hand travels up to join the one around that pretty cock, stroking for the satisfaction of feeling how hard Molly is for him. ]

Can I have you from behind? [ Pecking kisses up a throat as if to beg permission, filthy words are politely murmured. ] I want to use my mouth on you. Please? I love it when you ride my tongue, baby.