[ Molly gets no verbal response beyond a deep growl as he's lifted against the wall, leggings yanked down enough to expose him to the thick cockhead that rubs up against the slickness that's been haunting Fjord in the damn war room. He leans in to hold eye-contact as he pushes in, lashes fluttering with each squeeze around his shaft until he's balls-deep, grinding ridges into soft walls to punish Molly for making them both wait.
Maybe to punish them both.
He keeps his breathing as even as possible while laboured, returning his grip to a thigh once he's securely buried in his boyfriend's soaked cunt. ]
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Maybe to punish them both.
He keeps his breathing as even as possible while laboured, returning his grip to a thigh once he's securely buried in his boyfriend's soaked cunt. ]