[ Molly's a gasping, softly moaning mess, crying out again as he feels Fjord come, that condom swelling with all that thick seed. As Fjord buries his face in his neck, the tiefling smiles, and places kisses where he can reach. He's so sated, but the throb and continued movement inside him suddenly reminds him that Fjord is a half-orc, and thus isn't.

I still need you.

Well, never say that Molly isn't up for another round, even when his legs are still kitten-weak. He smiles, reaching for a searing kiss and angling his hips a bit to fuck himself on that cock. It's slow and sweet at first, because he needs to regain some of his own breath first.

(He should pack Gatorade next time.) ]

You have me, baby. Any way you want, I want you to fill me more. Use me, I want you to take anything you want, I'm yours.