[ It's like peeping behind a curtain, seeing Molly come; making Molly come, illicit and forbidden. He's heard him fooling around behind tavern walls before but this is different, it's just them and his name on Molly's lips, his cock in that loosened hold as Molly pulses in the tight grip of his to make a mess. He wrings him out of the last drop, loving how pink that lavender skin gets as Molly flushes all over.
He feels the sting of nails on his ass and an uncharacteristically orcish growl rumbles approvingly as he trails his kisses down the open front of a shirt, mouthing his way across to a pec where he lets Molly ride out his orgasm while he investigates every inch of him. Fjord's cock throbs, accidentally neglected as Molly suffuses with pleasure but none the less achingly hard, ridges standing out ready for when that friction returns. ]
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He feels the sting of nails on his ass and an uncharacteristically orcish growl rumbles approvingly as he trails his kisses down the open front of a shirt, mouthing his way across to a pec where he lets Molly ride out his orgasm while he investigates every inch of him. Fjord's cock throbs, accidentally neglected as Molly suffuses with pleasure but none the less achingly hard, ridges standing out ready for when that friction returns. ]