[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
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[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.