[ Molly rolls his hips, letting those soft stockings add even more to the feeling of him riding Fjord. He smiles at his lover, stealing another sweet kiss as the half-orc begs so nicely. ]

You're beautiful, love. Look at you, watching me ride you like this and all you think of is pleasing me.

[ Those strong thighs move him higher, setting a slow and deep rhythm of pulling out halfway and then sinking back down with a soft gasp. ]

You can touch me. Let me see you break free.