[ If this were less than learning how to make love together he wouldn't enjoy it so much, wouldn't drag it out and leave kisses all over Molly's shoulders and back as they move as one. Fjord tries to hold in the heavier sentiments coalescing behind his ribs, love being one of them, diluted to adoration with every murmur. Beautiful, you're so lovely, such a sweet thing. The pace inevitably picks up and he loses his focus on anything beyond how incredible Molly feels around his dick, tension knotting across his arms and back.
He only pauses, with some difficulty, to hold Molly still and ease away enough to slip out. Burning dark green across his cheeks and ears, Fjord regains his balance on his knees and can't even feel embarrassed by how hard he is, slick and stiff against his own thigh as he holds onto his self-control by a thread. ]
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He only pauses, with some difficulty, to hold Molly still and ease away enough to slip out. Burning dark green across his cheeks and ears, Fjord regains his balance on his knees and can't even feel embarrassed by how hard he is, slick and stiff against his own thigh as he holds onto his self-control by a thread. ]
Turn over, I want to see your face when you come.