[ Fjord's occupied mouth runs on autopilot from his brain as he kisses Molly like he doesn't want to breathe, nodding his agreement; he's close too. Ridiculously so. It should be embarrassing but it's not, it finally feels like admitting how much he wants Molly and is determined to keep him after they reunited on the island. ]
Come for me, [ stroking a sleek shaft to try and milk the demand from him, he swirls his sticky palm over the crown and rubs the slit insistently, craving Molly's orgasm so he can justify his own, ] I want to make you come, Molly ...
[ Precome already stains Molly's hand where he handles Fjord, a little thicker. It feels like both of Fjord's usual orgasms are tangling together our of sheer possessiveness, balls taut against his body as he holds off coming first.
His free hand fists in the back of Molly's hair and he yanks his head back, mouthing the curve of his neck with scraping tusk-rough kisses. Whoever Molly fucks next, he'll still wear the imprint of Fjord's tusks on him in pretty plum-dark bruises.
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Come for me, [ stroking a sleek shaft to try and milk the demand from him, he swirls his sticky palm over the crown and rubs the slit insistently, craving Molly's orgasm so he can justify his own, ] I want to make you come, Molly ...
[ Precome already stains Molly's hand where he handles Fjord, a little thicker. It feels like both of Fjord's usual orgasms are tangling together our of sheer possessiveness, balls taut against his body as he holds off coming first.
His free hand fists in the back of Molly's hair and he yanks his head back, mouthing the curve of his neck with scraping tusk-rough kisses. Whoever Molly fucks next, he'll still wear the imprint of Fjord's tusks on him in pretty plum-dark bruises.
Good. ]