[ Fjord is awarded sweet, happy sighs and moans from the tiefling, who loves every moment of it and shows it just as freely, sleep-soft and happy. Adoring breaths and fingers runs through that thick hair, shivers going down his body at especially good licks. Fjord's tongue is nicely broad and hungry for him, dipping so deep inside and slip against all those wonderful places that makes his hips involuntarily rock.
That beard against his sensitive flesh has Molly gasping, enjoying a hint of it now and then - and the dirty thought of it being all slick with his wetness. Those tusks feel like they're trying to spread a book, and Molly would laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good.
They were perfect for eachother, all the way down to that. ]
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That beard against his sensitive flesh has Molly gasping, enjoying a hint of it now and then - and the dirty thought of it being all slick with his wetness. Those tusks feel like they're trying to spread a book, and Molly would laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good.
They were perfect for eachother, all the way down to that. ]