[ His smile is hidden as he runs a hand down the front of Molly's pants to find the line of his cock and give a squeeze, kneading him as he rides Fjord's lap. Lips trace their way to a second nipple, speaking around it to make the soft bud stiff under the pass of his tongue. ]
Reach in my back pocket, lube's in there.
[ Just a thin sachet; he never knows when he'll need it these days! ]
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Reach in my back pocket, lube's in there.
[ Just a thin sachet; he never knows when he'll need it these days! ]