[ It isn't the first time Molly's ended up on the ground in a fight, a little dazed and muscles aching from trying to match those enhanced abilities. Those red eyes burn with heat as he looks up at the Witcher, his slim, forked tongue slipping out to slide the very tip of that sword between the twin prongs - or at least it looks like it, but he's keeping some distance. ]
Winner takes the spoils.
[ Molly says, low and velvety. ]
I could choke on your cock, or you could bend me over right here in the paddock... or both.
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Winner takes the spoils.
[ Molly says, low and velvety. ]
I could choke on your cock, or you could bend me over right here in the paddock... or both.