[ There's more honesty in the soft crack of his voice than he wants to show but he can never hide anything from Molly, where Fjord ends there's always a lavender body beginning, and that's exactly what happens in real time as he feels Molly sink inside his body like a hot poker. Fjord gasps and his back bows, arching forward with both hands coming to rest on Molly's chest, hips squirming to make himself accidentally whine as he finds the most perfect angle and pleasure burns up his spine. His cock drips where it hangs over his boyfriend's navel and with every rolling grind that steals Fjord's breath he tries to rub the tip over that smooth, hot tiefling skin, smearing him with slick. Arousal boils through his veins as he starts to fuck himself on Molly's lap, hips working, mouth agape on groans and whimpers. His balls feel so full, he wants to be good for Molly, wants to give him everything he has.
His free hair, longer now like Molly's after half a year on the island, brushes his shoulders as he rides him with growing confidence, turned-on by how pulled apart he feels. He almost never lets anyone touch him like this and the familiarity of Molly's cock helps him relax into the sway of things, unable to be embarrassed or self-conscious about his own masculinity when his boyfriend is fucking him with a dick that feels spine-meltingly good. ]
Molly, oh, oh Molly, yes ...
[ Mottled green thighs tighten around lavender hips, helping control the rise and fall. ]
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[ There's more honesty in the soft crack of his voice than he wants to show but he can never hide anything from Molly, where Fjord ends there's always a lavender body beginning, and that's exactly what happens in real time as he feels Molly sink inside his body like a hot poker. Fjord gasps and his back bows, arching forward with both hands coming to rest on Molly's chest, hips squirming to make himself accidentally whine as he finds the most perfect angle and pleasure burns up his spine. His cock drips where it hangs over his boyfriend's navel and with every rolling grind that steals Fjord's breath he tries to rub the tip over that smooth, hot tiefling skin, smearing him with slick. Arousal boils through his veins as he starts to fuck himself on Molly's lap, hips working, mouth agape on groans and whimpers. His balls feel so full, he wants to be good for Molly, wants to give him everything he has.
His free hair, longer now like Molly's after half a year on the island, brushes his shoulders as he rides him with growing confidence, turned-on by how pulled apart he feels. He almost never lets anyone touch him like this and the familiarity of Molly's cock helps him relax into the sway of things, unable to be embarrassed or self-conscious about his own masculinity when his boyfriend is fucking him with a dick that feels spine-meltingly good. ]
Molly, oh, oh Molly, yes ...
[ Mottled green thighs tighten around lavender hips, helping control the rise and fall. ]