[ Sweating like a bitch, he rakes his hair out of his eyes and leans back, draping his wrists around Molly's neck. The initial press of that cock which he knows very well by sight is unsurprisingly easy, at least because of its shape, and he takes a moment before nodding that Molly can continue. It's different to the fingers, firm and hot in a way he can't ignore just from kisses.
He tugs on Molly's hair, longer since they arrived. ]
Think your dick shrank if that's all you've got to give me.
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He tugs on Molly's hair, longer since they arrived. ]
Think your dick shrank if that's all you've got to give me.
[ Heh. ]