[ Molly mewls as he feels the hand on his flushed cock, a rush of pleasure building as soon as Fjord starts touching him, hard again despite the earlier orgasm. (He's endlessly happy he's young, so he can keep up with his half-orc boyfriend.) His nails dig into broad green shoulders, hips moving to meet those strong thrusts as he's quivering, trembling - and then crying out as he comes in a hot rush between them.
Between all the emotions and that, there's no wonder that Molly's eyes are wet afterwards, a smile is etched on his face as he shakily touches Fjord's. ]
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Between all the emotions and that, there's no wonder that Molly's eyes are wet afterwards, a smile is etched on his face as he shakily touches Fjord's. ]
Come in me, love. Fill me.