[ It feels so good, breath catching a bit as his cock is touched like that, shamelessly easy to get dripping. Molly starts moving, a gentler sway than what he truly wants, like a warmup before those fingers are replaced. ]

It does. I have a huge collection, but they mean nothing compared to your touch. Perfect lap, perfect man.

[ He leans in for a kiss, deep and breathy as he tugs more on Fjord's pants to get him all out and able to stroke it with hungry touches. It's a little showy, because he's an entertainer with a camera, but genuine.]

I didn't know how hard I could come until I met you.