[ Fjord's got no idea, riding the high of a drugging potion that makes him chase Molly's orgasm instead of his own with every thrust, working the tiefling over so that he takes care of him first and foremost. His own pleasure usually follows Molly's anyway but this feels more important, like if he can't satisfy his mate then he doesn't deserve to come either.
A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.
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A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.