[ He's a mess of whines and moans and keens of pleasure every time Fjord hits home, and it feels so good that he can't keep any thoughts straight at all. It's raw and desperate and wonderful, spurred on by feelings and need.
Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]
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Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]