[ Molly's a loud, happy little whore throughout it all, probably ruining the rest of the day for everyone else - but at his fourth, trembling orgasm he can't even think anymore. The bed is soaked with come and sweat and the tiefling is utterly boneless, barely able to move.
It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
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It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
Fjord... I can't... please just old me.