[ There's a part of Fjord that wishes he was always in the mood to take dick, while the other half of him is too realistic. It's a definite mood and it has only happened with Molly, speaking volumes about his trust in the tiefling. Fjord swallows him down with no issue, using his throat to massage Molly's shaft on each bob as he looks up through his lashes to hold eye-contact. His gaze lowers, unfocusing as his attention is paid more to the fingers that open him up, sinking inside to have Fjord panting heavily through his nose; a moan vibrates along Molly's cock accidentally as green fingers find that shallow sweet spot and the halforc shivers. ]
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