[ Gods, he loves the way Fjord covers his body with his own, feeling like nothing exists but the half-orc. The bites bring forth whines, that lithe body trembling and grabbing the back of the couch as the pace is picked up.
(There's something undeniably erotic about hearing furniture slam when fucking, and Molly's living for it. Between that and his loud mouth, the rest of the apartment is getting a treat.)
When that green hand comes to close around his dick and starts matching the movements to the slam of the cock that's driving him mad, the tiefling's voice breaks into a cry as an orgasm is wrought out of him hot and fast. ]
Only you!
[ He calls out, as the camera catches each detail of the pulsing, throbbing lilac cock in Fjord's hand, come ruining the couch pillows. ]
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(There's something undeniably erotic about hearing furniture slam when fucking, and Molly's living for it. Between that and his loud mouth, the rest of the apartment is getting a treat.)
When that green hand comes to close around his dick and starts matching the movements to the slam of the cock that's driving him mad, the tiefling's voice breaks into a cry as an orgasm is wrought out of him hot and fast. ]
Only you!
[ He calls out, as the camera catches each detail of the pulsing, throbbing lilac cock in Fjord's hand, come ruining the couch pillows. ]