[ The belt is tossed away and Molly couldn't care less where, because Fjord has his hands on him, calloused palms wandering over his warm skin and the supple muscle underneath. The dress falls easily off his shoulders and down his hips, pooling around his feet as the kisses draws Molly's breath away with each meeting of lips and slides of their tongues.
When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]
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When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]