[ Mapping out which scars still have nerve-endings is a slow process but one he commits to, happy to nuzzle his way from one to the next and drag his tusks around hard nipples, meandering around all that lovely lavender skin as Molly shakes and moans. When he can sink a second finger inside he groans at how tight he feels and looks up, carefully fucking him so that Molly can set the pace as he starts to loosen up. The sway and lift of those hips is mesmerisingly erotic, drawing his attention down to the cock going neglected. ]
This should help.
[ Steadying the base with his free hand, he mouths over the tip and feeds the hard shaft past his tusks to the awaiting tongue beyond, flicking under the crown at the sensitive spots he remembers. He's spent around a month getting familiar with Molly's dick, it's pretty and slim and fits easily in Fjord's distracted mouth: pressure rubs over the ridges of the shaft, dull and firm from his encircling thumb to match the rocking force of two fingers inside Molly's body. ]
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This should help.
[ Steadying the base with his free hand, he mouths over the tip and feeds the hard shaft past his tusks to the awaiting tongue beyond, flicking under the crown at the sensitive spots he remembers. He's spent around a month getting familiar with Molly's dick, it's pretty and slim and fits easily in Fjord's distracted mouth: pressure rubs over the ridges of the shaft, dull and firm from his encircling thumb to match the rocking force of two fingers inside Molly's body. ]