[With Molly coming so hard and so beautifully, Eskel can hardly help but to follow suit. Molly's signal seemed as good a time as any for the witcher to let himself go. His hips slam and press to the tiefling's, and he comes in a hoarse growl. Pumps of seed fill Molly's tight ass. Eskel trembles against him, his body squeezing everything it can into his climax.]
[The witcher eventually fades into afterglow, but he doesn't move yet. It feels as though if he tries to move too soon, he'll fall apart. So instead he stands, locked in place for the moment, giving Molly a little longer to appreciate being filled by his thick cock. (Which is finally, and slowly but surely, starting to soften proper.)]
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[The witcher eventually fades into afterglow, but he doesn't move yet. It feels as though if he tries to move too soon, he'll fall apart. So instead he stands, locked in place for the moment, giving Molly a little longer to appreciate being filled by his thick cock. (Which is finally, and slowly but surely, starting to soften proper.)]