[ The capacity to slow down isn't currently within his grasp, driving Molly hard until the rush of orgasm and thrill of fucking his mate fills up Molly with hot waves of come from a twitching cock. Fjord grits his teeth and tips his head back as he spills, a snarl on his lips but not of relief. It's not enough, not after forcing himself to hold back, and his slowed pace is only a result of his aching arms (strength check fail!!) as he finally stills, using the wall for leverage when he eases out. ]
Fuck. [ He's still hard as he reaches for Molly's hands, tugging him forward. ] Ride me on the floor, I want to see you taking it.
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Fuck. [ He's still hard as he reaches for Molly's hands, tugging him forward. ] Ride me on the floor, I want to see you taking it.
[ Right on Fjord's lap like he teased. ]