[ A Pffft noise meets a scarred chest as he hears that, settling himself between Molly's legs. He looks up, dragging his beard around a nipple, then rubbing his cheek there. ]
You want me to tell you how pretty you are, is that it? [ Tusks nip at the curve of a pec. ] Is that what everyone else tells you, Molly?
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You want me to tell you how pretty you are, is that it? [ Tusks nip at the curve of a pec. ] Is that what everyone else tells you, Molly?