[ Molly keeps his slow, smooth movement of taking Fjord deep inside at each roll of his hips. It draws sweet little noises from him every time those blessed ridges press just perfectly against him.
The hand on his chest is met with his own, the other grabbing the back of the couch to keep his balance with every movement. Molly's eyes are closed, relishing in how close they are and how good it feels. No toy could ever measure up to even half of this feeling, and no person could dream of fucking him better. ]
Only you, baby. Fuck, only you make me feel this way.
[ Internet assholes could stay mad, he had the best lover in the world. ]
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The hand on his chest is met with his own, the other grabbing the back of the couch to keep his balance with every movement. Molly's eyes are closed, relishing in how close they are and how good it feels. No toy could ever measure up to even half of this feeling, and no person could dream of fucking him better. ]
Only you, baby. Fuck, only you make me feel this way.
[ Internet assholes could stay mad, he had the best lover in the world. ]