[ Baby. His tusks bite down on her shoulder as he kisses there, bringing a hand around to play with her clit as Jester finds her pace and they move in tandem, one creature with the same purpose of getting off. His breathing is heavy, gruff growls on every other huff against her skin, and he leans back to brace himself to lend more control to his hips. That's when he stops holding back and the rush of arousal takes over completely, fucking Jester faster and loving the grip of her around his cock, the sight of her flushed and needy where she bounces.
His fingers over her clit flick back and forth, quicker than the slam of his hips, as Fjord takes note of what gets her wettest. ]
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His fingers over her clit flick back and forth, quicker than the slam of his hips, as Fjord takes note of what gets her wettest. ]