[ That's one swaying ass as he follows Molly upstairs, swatting playfully at her tail to see if he can throw off her balance now that the centre has changed. He locks their bedroom door behind them and wastes no time in kissing her with a curious kind of hunger, the set of her shoulders slightly narrower than what he's used to with those tattoos to navigate by so that he sweeps caresses all over her body in order to map it out anew.
He sits back on the bed, coaxing her along with him. If he's going to explore, he wants the best seat in the house with Molly on his lap, humming into the kisses. ]
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He sits back on the bed, coaxing her along with him. If he's going to explore, he wants the best seat in the house with Molly on his lap, humming into the kisses. ]
How does it all feel? What's it like?