[ Molly's eyes are half-closed, just relishing in the touches all over, trailing tattoos and panties and making his breath hitch with sensations. They're not even fully out of their clothes, his cock making a wet spot against the pretty fabric as he grinds it against that amazingly textured one of Fjord's.
It's like his hips move without his input at all, too focused on that touch and exploring in return, finding little scars and wondering about their story, tasting that lovely skin and leaving love bites to marvel how different they look on the lighter green versus the darker. He just wants to devour Fjord piece by piece, sliding his lips over a collarbone to kiss up his neck. ]
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[ Molly's eyes are half-closed, just relishing in the touches all over, trailing tattoos and panties and making his breath hitch with sensations. They're not even fully out of their clothes, his cock making a wet spot against the pretty fabric as he grinds it against that amazingly textured one of Fjord's.
It's like his hips move without his input at all, too focused on that touch and exploring in return, finding little scars and wondering about their story, tasting that lovely skin and leaving love bites to marvel how different they look on the lighter green versus the darker. He just wants to devour Fjord piece by piece, sliding his lips over a collarbone to kiss up his neck. ]
Lucky me.