[ Fuck the door, he'll suffer on his own two feet. Although, 'suffer' isn't really the right word, not at all. ]
Gods, fuck ... That's good, don't stop.
[ Better than good, Molly is turning Fjord almost the same shade of green all over as he blushes, a stuttered groan leaving him when he feels Molly dragging him in. Alright then. ]
You want it so bad?
[ His grip holds those horns still and Fjord (carefully, those teeth are hidden but he doesn't want to surprise them) thrusts into heat, loving how tight Molly's mouth is around him, how fucking perfect. Precome slathers over the tiefling's tongue, tension riding all through tensed thighs and taut abs as Fjord moves. ]
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Gods, fuck ... That's good, don't stop.
[ Better than good, Molly is turning Fjord almost the same shade of green all over as he blushes, a stuttered groan leaving him when he feels Molly dragging him in. Alright then. ]
You want it so bad?
[ His grip holds those horns still and Fjord (carefully, those teeth are hidden but he doesn't want to surprise them) thrusts into heat, loving how tight Molly's mouth is around him, how fucking perfect. Precome slathers over the tiefling's tongue, tension riding all through tensed thighs and taut abs as Fjord moves. ]