[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]
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[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]