[ Molly knows him all too well. As Fjord gets comfortable with his hips weirdly in the air where they rest on a pillow, he has every intention of attempting some kind of meditation to calm down but the heat of Molly sucking him off shatters that idea before it even begins, drawing out a throaty groan. The tension in his legs melts away as he focuses on both sensations, letting the pleasure from one run into the other as Molly starts rubbing at his rim. He did all his overthinking earlier in the bathroom when he trimmed and cleaned up out of self-consciousness, so it's easier to relax now in the wake of earlier industrious panic.
Fjord reaches down to card his fingers through Molly's hair, giving one of his horns a tug forward to make him take a little more of his dick, not enough to gag, but. Well. It's a fun game on any other night, too. ]
I hope I'm good at this.
[ The confession breathes out around a moan. Green legs fall open further, the lighter variegation of normally unseen inner thighs on full display.
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Fjord reaches down to card his fingers through Molly's hair, giving one of his horns a tug forward to make him take a little more of his dick, not enough to gag, but. Well. It's a fun game on any other night, too. ]
I hope I'm good at this.
[ The confession breathes out around a moan. Green legs fall open further, the lighter variegation of normally unseen inner thighs on full display.