[ He doesn't expect the kisses up his spine or the gentle touch there, relaxing into the bed before Molly slides up behind and in, and ohh that's a sensation Fjord won't forget as his legs spread on instinct to accommodate his mate. Boyfriend. Lover. All three apply. He can't think straight (hah!) while taking the full stretch of Molly's cock, and the most embarrassingly needy noises leave him when he feels him bottom-out. ]
Gods, fuck ... !
[ The hands roaming over his skin are an anchor as he arches back against Molly, desperate to feel him all over. It's hard to breathe and he's too sweaty but he feels incredible every time that purple dick rubs up just right, wringing out staccato gasps. ]
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Gods, fuck ... !
[ The hands roaming over his skin are an anchor as he arches back against Molly, desperate to feel him all over. It's hard to breathe and he's too sweaty but he feels incredible every time that purple dick rubs up just right, wringing out staccato gasps. ]