[ Caleb takes a moment to explore with his fingers, rubbing just above the base of Molly's tail and then several inches down it, tracing each bony protrusion curiously. But gods, his friend's words are hopelessly distracting to him in this state, and he has no hope at all of maintaining concentration once he feels the first touch of his tongue. Caleb practically short-circuits, dark pupils blown wide as he focuses on the way that forked tongue weaves between his fingers, wet and warm and dexterous. ]
Ja, yes. [ He's forced to swallow heavily, mouth suddenly dry. ] I want to be in you, Mollymauk.
[ The hand on his tail slides lower to cup a handful of ass, squeezing greedily before he shifts to push up onto the bed. For what Molly wants--what they both want--they'll have to situate themselves. ]
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Ja, yes. [ He's forced to swallow heavily, mouth suddenly dry. ] I want to be in you, Mollymauk.
[ The hand on his tail slides lower to cup a handful of ass, squeezing greedily before he shifts to push up onto the bed. For what Molly wants--what they both want--they'll have to situate themselves. ]
But let me feel that silver tongue first.