[ Watching Molly fall apart is the best way to trigger his own release, riding the sudden wave of tension that ripples down his cock and drags free a heavy load in pulses, hips stuttering as he gasps over him, lost in sensations. His mouth hangs open as he fills him up, just remembering in time to watch as Molly spills all over himself and rivulets trickle down his sides to dirty the blankets. Beautiful. Fjord can't do more than shunt all his weight into a braced arm beside Molly as shivers race down his spine and he has to stop, finally, out of sensitivity.
Still, locked together in a mess, he drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder and muffles a moan. On occasion he fucks Molly just a little, a couple of gentle thrusts to let the come slip out and keep his prostate firmly massaged on every other stroke.
Because Fjord stays just as hard as ever, unlike in the tent.
Thoughts of fucking Molly cloud his mind and it's all he can register as a latent orcish rumble vibrates out from his chest and down into Molly, utterly content but nowhere near spent. The proof of that, if more is needed, lies in the press of his balls still nudged up snug against that lovely ass. ]
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Still, locked together in a mess, he drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder and muffles a moan. On occasion he fucks Molly just a little, a couple of gentle thrusts to let the come slip out and keep his prostate firmly massaged on every other stroke.
Because Fjord stays just as hard as ever, unlike in the tent.
Thoughts of fucking Molly cloud his mind and it's all he can register as a latent orcish rumble vibrates out from his chest and down into Molly, utterly content but nowhere near spent. The proof of that, if more is needed, lies in the press of his balls still nudged up snug against that lovely ass. ]
Oh ...
[ What are words. ]