[ Sex and sentiment meld as Fjord sinks back inside Molly and they start to move again, his blood on fire as he grasps as lavender pecs and runs his hands all over Molly's front, satisfied to mark an increase in weight since they arrived. Molly is a little softer and his hips are perfect grips to guide him back onto Fjord's cock that fills him up on each stroke and keeps that soft little ass split wide, cheeks shaking with the slap of each thrust; jarring and perfect. Fjord tilts up a purple chin and leans around to kiss him messily, wrapping his arms around Molly in a hug so he can't tell the difference of where he ends and his mate begins in the back-and-forth of molten pleasure milking his dick. The urgency to keeping coming has him whining and his cock twitches, rhythm stuttering before he picks it up again. It's so, so good.
What if they took that crazy potion home and he fucked Molly while his mate was fertile? Fjord's head races with possibilities as they make love. He reaches down between Molly's legs to lightly stroke him, gentle but insistent. ]
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What if they took that crazy potion home and he fucked Molly while his mate was fertile? Fjord's head races with possibilities as they make love. He reaches down between Molly's legs to lightly stroke him, gentle but insistent. ]