[ Fjord squeezes the hand that seeks out his, coming back to himself a minute or so later. He kisses the fresh scratches alongside old scars on Molly's shoulder and eases his hips away, a groan catching in his throat as he eases his softening length free and collapses beside the tiefling, arm still draped over Molly's side. ]
Hey, come here ...
[ Tickling his fingers along a waist, Fjord offers himself up for post-coital cuddles. ]
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Hey, come here ...
[ Tickling his fingers along a waist, Fjord offers himself up for post-coital cuddles. ]