[ His fingers would never have been able to find the angle Molly's do with almost unerring precision, a slightly larger than human or tiefling prostate making it a relatively simple task to rub over it. Fjord's back bows off the bed as soon as Molly touches him there and he gasps sharply, lashes fluttering as he transfers his grip to the sheets in a bid not to yank on Molly's hair or horns. ]
Hah! I ... I, ah ...
[ He cracks his eyes open, looking past his dick at Molly, mouth agape. Can he stop the sprawling of his thighs or his knees hiking up? No. Does he care? Gods, that feels so good ... ]
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Hah! I ... I, ah ...
[ He cracks his eyes open, looking past his dick at Molly, mouth agape. Can he stop the sprawling of his thighs or his knees hiking up? No. Does he care? Gods, that feels so good ... ]
Since when has that been there! Holy fuck.