[ Those happy eyes tell him all he needs to know about Molly's opinion on that, even without the hands roaming under his shirt. He doesn't have the patience to sit up properly and manages to drag his top off awkwardly by shifting his weight back and forth, tossing the damned thing aside when his head pops free. Not a moment wasted! It's all too obvious how eager he is to be close to Molly, rucking up the tiefling's clothes as he kisses him, nails running up a slim waist ... it's been a while. He loves to touch him, knowing exactly where the scars are.
A soft moan melts into their mouths as he finds a line of hair leading beneath Molly's pants and traces it with a fingertip. ]
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A soft moan melts into their mouths as he finds a line of hair leading beneath Molly's pants and traces it with a fingertip. ]
I've missed this ...