[ If he could taste every scar it wouldn't be enough, smiling into the heat radiating off Molly's skin as he nuzzles back in. The way Molly ruts down short-circuits something in his brain and he groans, yanking his tshirt off to let Molly have at the broadness of his own dark-haired, downy chest, occasional scars dappled around. The difference in their frames is all the more obvious like this with Molly beautiful and lean and Fjord thickset, the perfect chair for that cute ass.

One of his wandering hands finds the base of that tail where it protrudes through Molly's trousers and, never having been with someone who had one before, he strokes experimentally down the ridges along the thicker base before it tapers off, slender and wild. If Molly's going to dirty-talk and rile him up the least he can do is try out the same tactic, sealing his mouth over a nipple with luxuriously happy licks, slow and firm like the caress of his hand and the drag of his erection when slowly ridden. He savours Molly the way he's been dreaming of, unhurried but no less ardent. ]

I want to be inside you so badly, you've got no idea. Watching you come on those videos and not being able to touch ... Fuck. You've got the prettiest cock, baby.