[ Caleb's smile turns knowing and pleased. He'd asked, but this is the answer he prefers. With his hands keeping Molly's legs open--not that she needs the assistance--and his thumbs teasing gently over her skin, he leans down to kiss gently from between her breasts down her stomach, over the swell of a hip, taking his time to map the subtle and not so subtle changes to her body.
Leaning down and forward slots Fjord's cock nicely against the curve of his ass. It presses up between his cheeks, heavy and blood-hot, and the loose braid Fjord has made of his hair slides across his back with the movement of his hips as he shifts back against it. A low moan is muffled against the inside of Molly's hip as those stiff ridges grind across his hole, and there are a few mindless moments where he does just that, breathing in the heady scent of Molly's arousal and rocking back against Fjord.
He really does feel spoiled. And it's almost self-indulgent when he traces the soft, sensitive opening of Molly's cunt with his thumbs, then slides his tongue between for a first long, thorough lick. ]
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Leaning down and forward slots Fjord's cock nicely against the curve of his ass. It presses up between his cheeks, heavy and blood-hot, and the loose braid Fjord has made of his hair slides across his back with the movement of his hips as he shifts back against it. A low moan is muffled against the inside of Molly's hip as those stiff ridges grind across his hole, and there are a few mindless moments where he does just that, breathing in the heady scent of Molly's arousal and rocking back against Fjord.
He really does feel spoiled. And it's almost self-indulgent when he traces the soft, sensitive opening of Molly's cunt with his thumbs, then slides his tongue between for a first long, thorough lick. ]