[ Between the stroking of his dick and Molly fucking him in the exact spot he needs, Fjord doesn't last long and won't lose any pride later for knowing he lasted as long as he has. He arches off the bed into everything Molly, hands and cock and mouth and the sheer weight of him as he spills over purple fingers in waves, all of Fjord rocking helplessly in the blinding pleasure that throbs around his boyfriend, a heartbeat thundering out of control.
He pants hard through it, fingers grasping weakly for some part of Molly to hold onto, and a strain of whimpers leave him that have never seen the light of day before interspersed with Molly's name.
Completely wrecked and vulnerable, his head lolls to one side. ]
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He pants hard through it, fingers grasping weakly for some part of Molly to hold onto, and a strain of whimpers leave him that have never seen the light of day before interspersed with Molly's name.
Completely wrecked and vulnerable, his head lolls to one side. ]
... M-Molls.