[ Molly draws in breath like a dying man, wrecked at the pleasure and the knowledge that he just came in Fjord's hand. Fjord's! Gods, he feels amazing, and his somewhat shaky hand tightens again around that thick cockhead and slides down to feel those hard ridges.
He wants those inside him as soon as he can.
The half-orc is so beautiful and Mollymauk wants to see him come so badly, moving the hand at that ass (and what a lovely growl he made) to the salt-and-pepper hair instead. Groaning softly at the feel of his mouth against his pec and the throb of that hardness in his hand, it's his turn to yank Fjord's head up and kiss him like he's going to die if he doesn't. ]
Your turn, love... let me see you.
[ His voice is a mess, and the words are overtaken by another kiss. ]
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He wants those inside him as soon as he can.
The half-orc is so beautiful and Mollymauk wants to see him come so badly, moving the hand at that ass (and what a lovely growl he made) to the salt-and-pepper hair instead. Groaning softly at the feel of his mouth against his pec and the throb of that hardness in his hand, it's his turn to yank Fjord's head up and kiss him like he's going to die if he doesn't. ]
Your turn, love... let me see you.
[ His voice is a mess, and the words are overtaken by another kiss. ]