Fuck, love you too, [ gruff as his voice is, it feels like he's dredging emotions up from the pit of his chest as he drags down deep, steadying breaths in a bid to keep fucking Molly as the tiefling wants, never losing momentum, ] come for me, sweetheart, [ each slam of his hips fills the room with a slick echo, cock rubbing as deep as he can go while bowed over Molly's back and that lashing tail, kissing his shoulder, ] you got all pretty for me, Molls, you look so beautiful like this.

[ Ruined and rich with decadence in the shredded lingerie, filthy and gorgeous as a stretched pink rim takes his cock with greedy eagerness, Molly's tight hole feels like it was made to ride Fjord like this. Each sharp groan that cuts off from the halforc says what he can't, high praise.

He can't resist reaching around to stroke that pretty cock trapped in lace, half-out of its elaborate cage when he slips his fingers past fancy fabric to jerk him off. Feeling Molly hard and wet in his hand is indescribably good for the soul, knowing Fjord did that and no other man gets the chance. No one else. ]

Say my name, baby. Wake the whole house up.