[He nods at the tap. Eskel would've been fine with either, but swallowing requires a little less focus. And with his cock deep in Molly's throat, there's so little focus left. His rough voice rolls into a hard, trembling bellow that tenses his body. His cock throbs against Molly's tongue with every pump. The long build-up was worth it, as always.]
[And then Molly pulls back to put on that little display. An aftershock ripples through Eskel at the sight, shaking one last moan out of him before he's reduced to panting. One hand shifts from Molly's horn to his hair, and the other to Eskel's knee to try and support him. The witcher a mess all right, but he's still standing. His cock barely softens. He manages a few strokes through Molly's hair.]
[Swallowing, it seems as though Eskel is about to say something, but all that comes out is a hoarse, satisfied - ] Damn.
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[And then Molly pulls back to put on that little display. An aftershock ripples through Eskel at the sight, shaking one last moan out of him before he's reduced to panting. One hand shifts from Molly's horn to his hair, and the other to Eskel's knee to try and support him. The witcher a mess all right, but he's still standing. His cock barely softens. He manages a few strokes through Molly's hair.]
[Swallowing, it seems as though Eskel is about to say something, but all that comes out is a hoarse, satisfied - ] Damn.