[ He doesn't expect to hear "fuck me like I'm precious", sinking further inside as he leans down to capture a kiss over a shoulder, mindful of those horns. With his free hand he sweeps up and down Molly's waist, holding onto a hip as he starts to move in the deep thrusts that are wanted, every sigh and groan caught in the back of his throat as he pays attention to how Molly likes being opened up. ]
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Don't you know that you are?
[ Kisses follow tattoos down a shoulder. ]