[ There's a sensual laziness to having Molly right there for the ravishing, conveniently where Fjord wants him. He could get used to it.
Molly wants distracting so that's what Fjord does, scraping his tusks not-so lightly up the curve of a pec where he seals a kiss over a dark nipple, hot and wet without finesse. He never stops moving beneath him in a steady rock, the line of his erection rubbing up behind Molly's balls to simulate something involving far fewer clothes, all in a bid to give him too much to focus on at once. ]
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Molly wants distracting so that's what Fjord does, scraping his tusks not-so lightly up the curve of a pec where he seals a kiss over a dark nipple, hot and wet without finesse. He never stops moving beneath him in a steady rock, the line of his erection rubbing up behind Molly's balls to simulate something involving far fewer clothes, all in a bid to give him too much to focus on at once. ]