[ He loves that mountain, that body to lean to and feel alive with. Molly makes sweet, keening sounds as those pretty, pretty stockings tear under Fjord's touch, leaning his head to the side as much as he can so that the half-orc can reach his shoulder and neck.
He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]
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He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]