[Molly's talented tongue makes Eskel's next breath heave. A heady "fuck" manages to slip out through it. While his subconscious manages to keep him moving, the rest of his mind has blanked-out from the sensation. His feline eyes watch Molly with a feral, instinctive intensity as his cock slides through the tiefling's lips over and over again.]
[True to his boast on his endurance, Eskel keeps this up for a good while - even in spite of how amazing Molly feels. His rhythm doesn't falter along the way, nor does his grip on Molly's horns. It's a good and proper face-fucking for the tiefling. What parts of Eskel that are still coherent wonder if tieflings are related to succubi. Musings for later, though.]
[When he feels the first twinge of his building climax, that coherent part of him manages to get a few words out.] Tap once for swallow. Twice for...twice...for outside.
[As in coming on Molly and.or in his mouth - that's about as verbal as he can get right now. Still, he maintains his pace and welcomes the mounting pressure. Whichever Molly chooses, Eskel has no doubt it'll be a hell of a finish.]
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[True to his boast on his endurance, Eskel keeps this up for a good while - even in spite of how amazing Molly feels. His rhythm doesn't falter along the way, nor does his grip on Molly's horns. It's a good and proper face-fucking for the tiefling. What parts of Eskel that are still coherent wonder if tieflings are related to succubi. Musings for later, though.]
[When he feels the first twinge of his building climax, that coherent part of him manages to get a few words out.] Tap once for swallow. Twice for...twice...for outside.
[As in coming on Molly and.or in his mouth - that's about as verbal as he can get right now. Still, he maintains his pace and welcomes the mounting pressure. Whichever Molly chooses, Eskel has no doubt it'll be a hell of a finish.]