[ The request has him grinning, and even more so when Eskel takes his pants off and shows Molly what he's got. He gracefully switches from his prone position to his knees, suddenly face-to-groin with the Witcher and running his hands down scarred flesh. ]
Oh, darling. I want to.
[ He purrs, delighted about that thickness. Molly leans in to kiss under a navel, switching lips for tongue as he slides it downwards and buries his face against dark curls. Gods, how he loves this. ]
Grab my horns. You can be as rough as you want. I like that.
[ The tiefling says with a wink, before he slides the tip of that hardening cock between his pretty lips. ]
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Oh, darling. I want to.
[ He purrs, delighted about that thickness. Molly leans in to kiss under a navel, switching lips for tongue as he slides it downwards and buries his face against dark curls. Gods, how he loves this. ]
Grab my horns. You can be as rough as you want. I like that.
[ The tiefling says with a wink, before he slides the tip of that hardening cock between his pretty lips. ]