[ Fjord turns with a hiss against the odd pain shooting up his spine, more noticeable without his pleasure-centre being rubbed raw. The bed creaks and groans under his weight as he spreads his legs and lets his erection rest in the soft sheets, glancing over a shoulder self-consciously. It never goes away, the lowkey anxiety.
Not until Molly is inside him, as it turns out.
He tries to arrange himself in some sort of attractive sprawl, hugging a pillow. Whether it works or not is left to fate, considering his complete lack of experience in being taken. ]
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Not until Molly is inside him, as it turns out.
He tries to arrange himself in some sort of attractive sprawl, hugging a pillow. Whether it works or not is left to fate, considering his complete lack of experience in being taken. ]
Well, what are you waiting for?