[ A squark leaves his throat when Molly starts to move, laughter rumbling after it. ]
Damn ...
[ Once he gets his knees braced and can lean up to see the effect he has, he starts moving. Every stroke is bliss and he bites his own lip in between curses, long strokes ensuring Molly is loosened up properly to the swing of Fjord's hips, the slap of skin growing more forceful as he lapses into a rhythm that seems to work for both of them, unhurried and deep, learning what it's like to be inside Molly. ]
You okay?
[ He feels okay, but it's worth asking. He can only hold onto his stride for so long, keen to give Molly the kind of intense session burning up, ready to go, in Fjord's blood. ]
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Damn ...
[ Once he gets his knees braced and can lean up to see the effect he has, he starts moving. Every stroke is bliss and he bites his own lip in between curses, long strokes ensuring Molly is loosened up properly to the swing of Fjord's hips, the slap of skin growing more forceful as he lapses into a rhythm that seems to work for both of them, unhurried and deep, learning what it's like to be inside Molly. ]
You okay?
[ He feels okay, but it's worth asking. He can only hold onto his stride for so long, keen to give Molly the kind of intense session burning up, ready to go, in Fjord's blood. ]