[ The swell of emotion leaves him breathless during the hungry kisses they exchange and Fjord gets a little rougher, meeting the arch of hips with harder thrusts. He has to break the kiss to look down at him with more than a little adoration in the softness of his eyes, voice rough. ]
Can you take me now?
[ He rears back on his knees to ease his fingers free and replace them with the head of his cock, far thicker. He strokes himself to take the edge off and coat rigid green in oil, glancing back up at Molly; Fjord lets him feel the hot, blunt pressure, grasping a lavender thigh to ground himself. ]
no subject
Can you take me now?
[ He rears back on his knees to ease his fingers free and replace them with the head of his cock, far thicker. He strokes himself to take the edge off and coat rigid green in oil, glancing back up at Molly; Fjord lets him feel the hot, blunt pressure, grasping a lavender thigh to ground himself. ]