[ Those little magic touches has him slightly flushed, a pretty, deeper lavender on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Molly makes little pleased sounds, stealing kisses right back as they lazily work up to a simmer of desire. ]
Take your clothes off, lazy.
[ The tiefling croons, amused as he pulls a little on the shorts, greedy for the feel of that cock in his hand. ]
Or are you so full of sand that I'm going to get buried?
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Take your clothes off, lazy.
[ The tiefling croons, amused as he pulls a little on the shorts, greedy for the feel of that cock in his hand. ]
Or are you so full of sand that I'm going to get buried?
[ ...there's the sass. ]