[ The cuffs jangle as he tries to lower his hands when Molly touches him, cursing up at them where he has to hook them back into place. They're so annoying! He wants to grab those thighs! He struggles to keep his eyes open as the pleasure shivers through him, rocking up into that hand for as long as it lingers. His lips feel raw with the memory of Molly's lips and he tries to sit up just to get close enough to see what Molly's doing to himself.
He knows, but watching is a whole other experience. ]
Can't you let me out of these damn things for a minute?
[ Not that he'll let them be put back on if he escapes! ]
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He knows, but watching is a whole other experience. ]
Can't you let me out of these damn things for a minute?
[ Not that he'll let them be put back on if he escapes! ]