[ Molly watches as the pleasure-muddled Fjord easily follows his gentle instructions, sprawling back like that. It gives him space to kiss over his chest and take that searching hand in his own. He laces their fingers and then positions himself a bit better, pulling up a thick green thigh so that he can sink in as deep as possible. ]
Fjord...
[ He gasps, hand tightening in their grip. ]
Gods, you're so good, so tight for me. Fuck!
[ He's going to have a hard time to not come while fucking Fjord like the man deserved, but damn if Molly isn't up for the challenge as his hips rock forward. ]
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Fjord...
[ He gasps, hand tightening in their grip. ]
Gods, you're so good, so tight for me. Fuck!
[ He's going to have a hard time to not come while fucking Fjord like the man deserved, but damn if Molly isn't up for the challenge as his hips rock forward. ]