[ Good as Caleb is at multitasking, even he can't quite manage to continue eating Molly out with the same attentiveness he's been showing her when Fjord guides the thick head of his cock to press past his rim. It doesn't matter how many times they've done this, that first push in always blanks out his mind. There's nothing but the secure hold of bigger hands on his hips and the raw, hot feeling of being filled, a dull sting as his hurriedly stretched hole takes one ridge at a time, so slow his thighs are quivering by the time Fjord is fully seated in him.
But he takes it all, and fuck if he doesn't feel a little proud of himself for that every time, too. The praise Molly coos down at him only serves to reinforce this feeling, and Caleb finds himself smiling almost shyly, nosing against the inside of a warm lavender thigh. ]
Yes Mollymauk, show me what you like, before Fjord's cock renders me entirely incoherent.
[ The comment is directed to Fjord as much as Molly. His eyes are bright with amusement and affection, and that smile remains fixed on his lips, clearly finding himself very funny. ]
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But he takes it all, and fuck if he doesn't feel a little proud of himself for that every time, too. The praise Molly coos down at him only serves to reinforce this feeling, and Caleb finds himself smiling almost shyly, nosing against the inside of a warm lavender thigh. ]
Yes Mollymauk, show me what you like, before Fjord's cock renders me entirely incoherent.
[ The comment is directed to Fjord as much as Molly. His eyes are bright with amusement and affection, and that smile remains fixed on his lips, clearly finding himself very funny. ]