[ Molly's back arches, fingers dig into the mattress and he makes a pleased, hungry sound as Fjord slides home again. This is such a nice position, all warmth against his body and lips at his neck. It's wonderful and also tickling that little devil in the back of his head as 'right'. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He rocks his hips back to feel that cock slide inside him, the oil still sparkling over his nerves a little bit despite the dilution of all that seed. Smiling, that lifted tail curls artfully over Fjord's back, getting a small 'grip'. (It's barely a hold.) ]
So good... you fit so perfectly, baby.
[ He might have said that a million times but it was so true. He's greedy and wanton, ruined, wet panties hanging off a leg, stockings torn and the bra crooked from touching his own chest earlier. Molly is an absolute mess and he's so happy at the same time. ]
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Gods, Fjord...
[ He rocks his hips back to feel that cock slide inside him, the oil still sparkling over his nerves a little bit despite the dilution of all that seed. Smiling, that lifted tail curls artfully over Fjord's back, getting a small 'grip'. (It's barely a hold.) ]
So good... you fit so perfectly, baby.
[ He might have said that a million times but it was so true. He's greedy and wanton, ruined, wet panties hanging off a leg, stockings torn and the bra crooked from touching his own chest earlier. Molly is an absolute mess and he's so happy at the same time. ]