That's my baby.

[ Praise drips from him freely, kisses spanning all the way down Molly's neck and back up again to find his mouth, cupping his head as he starts to trust him not to try and come. He brushes through his hair, cock rutting up shallowly to now and then rub over Molly's sweet spot. Fjord knows exactly what he's doing as he leans back, getting comfortable on the couch. ]

Come here, love, give me a hug. Oh, you're being so good, I can feel how much you want to come. Good boy, Molls. I'm so proud of you.