[ Fjord snorts as he settles in behind him, kisses trailing up a spine and nape until he can taste the tip of a tattooed pyramid, cock sinking into Molly to open him up all over again with little resistance. He groans hotly over the curve of a pretty neck as slick heat grips onto him with every thick inch eaten up, reaching around a slim waist to pet his way between his lover's legs. ]
You feel so good, fuck, Molly — [ His breath hitches as he bottoms out. ] Sweetheart, oh.
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You feel so good, fuck, Molly — [ His breath hitches as he bottoms out. ] Sweetheart, oh.