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[ There's a content sigh from deep in Molly's chest as Fjord grabs his horns. There was no feeling in them other than at the bases (which those nails so perfectly rubbed) but the knowledge of being held like that was intensely erotic and sent thrills of pleasure through his body.

There's a grin from the tiefling as he's asked about it, and he lets his fingers travel down strong legs and distract by teasing the soft inside of thigh with his nose. ]

I like it better when someone does it for me.

[ Molly admits, and then Fjord does exactly what he wants. Guiding him closer towards that gorgeous cock that just begs to be tasted. Half-orcs really have gorgeous dicks, Molly thinks to himself as he grasps the base with his fine fingers, slipping his tongue out over the head with a sound that is borderline obscene in how pleased it is. ]