[ Gasping against the pillows as he feels the hot rush of come from Molly paint his walls, he squirms beneath him and only settles once Molly collapses on top, a weak noise of satisfaction lodging in his throat. All there is for a while is the sound of their combined breathing, tired and sated. He certainly feels done, cock softening against the bed after so many new sensations wrung him dry.
When he can finally move, he curls an arm back to feel for Molly's hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]
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When he can finally move, he curls an arm back to feel for Molly's hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]