[ Breathless is the right word; Molly is almost light-headed with how amazing he feels, Fjord drawing a cry out of him at the vibrations around his cock. His red eyes follow each movement, legs spreading further as his lover starts moving downwards (and surprising him even more).
Those tusks add such a nice addition in texture to the soft, wet lips on his balls, definitely smaller than a half-orc's but so damn sensitive at each touch. Fjord's question is almost lost in his haze of feelings, but Molly smiles down at him, hand moving from the grip on his hair to his bearded cheek. ]
Like this? Nobody.
[ He's had plenty of blowjobs and the likes, but this is miles above all of that. ]
You're so fucking perfect, Fjord.
[ He can't kiss him from over here, but that tail curls again, wrapping happily around shoulder and arm. Tiefling love octopus. ]
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Those tusks add such a nice addition in texture to the soft, wet lips on his balls, definitely smaller than a half-orc's but so damn sensitive at each touch. Fjord's question is almost lost in his haze of feelings, but Molly smiles down at him, hand moving from the grip on his hair to his bearded cheek. ]
Like this? Nobody.
[ He's had plenty of blowjobs and the likes, but this is miles above all of that. ]
You're so fucking perfect, Fjord.
[ He can't kiss him from over here, but that tail curls again, wrapping happily around shoulder and arm. Tiefling love octopus. ]