[ God and please and Mollybabyohsweetheartyes all hold the same sentiment as he feels him sink down, similar thoughts like made for me running through his head with each inch swallowed up by impossible heat. Stretched and wet as he clings to Fjord's ridged shaft with each rise, every descent ruts a little harder to rub those soft walls raw, the thick crown clutched so tight that Fjord's lip curls back in a soundless snarl. It's all he can do to huff and grunt and not come too early. ]
There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
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There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
Go on, baby, you deserve it.
[ He doesn't recognise his own voice. ]