[ There's a thin noise that meets Molly's shoulder as the tiefling buries his face in Fjord's neck, plastered up snug and sensual so that every ensuing grind rubs right where it needs to be. His groan of relief huffs out a curse as Fjord rocks his fast-hardening erection up against the line of his friend's, grasping at Molly's thighs to steady them into reliable, paced thrusts. ]
Gods, yes ...
[ Flowers are crushed around and underneath them, sweet scents rising to join the heat of arousal.
His thoughts are cotton, reduced to moans of pleasure that sings through his hot blood. Fjord reaches up to find a horn and pull Molly's head back, wanting to see how affected he is all over again. Fuck, he thinks, shouldn't have done that, because his dick throbs noticeably with how attractive Molly is when flushed. ]
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Gods, yes ...
[ Flowers are crushed around and underneath them, sweet scents rising to join the heat of arousal.
His thoughts are cotton, reduced to moans of pleasure that sings through his hot blood. Fjord reaches up to find a horn and pull Molly's head back, wanting to see how affected he is all over again. Fuck, he thinks, shouldn't have done that, because his dick throbs noticeably with how attractive Molly is when flushed. ]
Your flowers, Molls.