[ Caleb would have been desperate enough for either of these things on their own; the hurried stretch of Fjord's slick fingers working him open with eagerness to be inside him, Molly's taste and heat on his tongue. The two of them working in tandem to praise and encourage him, two hands wound into his hair, makes him feel like he is exactly where he belongs.
His hips rock greedily back against Fjord's fingers, the sting of a quick stretch nothing compared to how badly he wants the full weight of that thick cock inside him. His soft, encouraging moans are stifled by his mouth's diligent work, which he isn't about to stop, even if Fjord's grip on his braid wasn't holding him in place. He licks up through Molly's folds, the tip of his tongue flicking over her clit before he repeats the motion. He's got to earn all that praise they're heaping on him.
He glances up, meeting Molly's eyes as he presses his tongue inside her, deep as he can, and tilts his hips back to fuck himself on the two thick fingers that are making his tight hole soft and pliant, loose enough to take more than that. That's an obvious answer to her question. ]
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His hips rock greedily back against Fjord's fingers, the sting of a quick stretch nothing compared to how badly he wants the full weight of that thick cock inside him. His soft, encouraging moans are stifled by his mouth's diligent work, which he isn't about to stop, even if Fjord's grip on his braid wasn't holding him in place. He licks up through Molly's folds, the tip of his tongue flicking over her clit before he repeats the motion. He's got to earn all that praise they're heaping on him.
He glances up, meeting Molly's eyes as he presses his tongue inside her, deep as he can, and tilts his hips back to fuck himself on the two thick fingers that are making his tight hole soft and pliant, loose enough to take more than that. That's an obvious answer to her question. ]