[ Fjord sucks in a breath as he feels Molly start to play coy with his cock, leaning into the idle caresses. His own fingers curl a little further into that tight channel and drag along the soft walls, partly out of reaction and also to teach him a lesson. ]
Molly, fuck ... You keep that up and you'll have nothing to ride.
[ Too wound up to last long after walking in on splayed lavender legs earlier, Fjord nips his way up a neck to find a tendon and dig in his tusks. Grr. ]
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Molly, fuck ... You keep that up and you'll have nothing to ride.
[ Too wound up to last long after walking in on splayed lavender legs earlier, Fjord nips his way up a neck to find a tendon and dig in his tusks. Grr. ]