[ Sweet little thing has him groaning loudly, turned-on by the shock of hearing something so unexpected. No one else has ever or would ever call him that, not even Caleb with his clever way of finagling out what Fjord needs to hear, and it has him arching beneath Molly to chase the sharp stab of pleasure jolting with Molly's thrusts. Gasping with his head thrown back, he rakes hard along lavender shoulders and starts to buck out of rhythm, chasing the rising wave of orgasm. ]
Molly! I, ohhh ... !
[ As he starts to come he tightens up around him and cinches his knees around Molly's hips, shuddering all over with the first wave of white that hits his belly and chest. The wail that leaves him fills the room, not even Molly's name but a guttural relief. ]
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Molly! I, ohhh ... !
[ As he starts to come he tightens up around him and cinches his knees around Molly's hips, shuddering all over with the first wave of white that hits his belly and chest. The wail that leaves him fills the room, not even Molly's name but a guttural relief. ]