[ I'm sorry you always have to remind me. He doesn't say it but he puts the sentiment into every kiss that melts up Molly's neck, gasps catching on a peacock-inked jaw with every returning thrust that stretches Fjord's mate out. Grinding in, he hums his agreement and plasters himself up against Molly from behind in an embrace, fucking him to a languid pace under the hot shower so that he doesn't strain those already aching muscles more than necessary by filling him up.
There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
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There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
Love you.