As the other sits back, his fingers follow the length of that tail to wind it around in his grip and let it squeeze his forearm. His free hand rests on Molly's thigh, watching intently as the Tiefling furiously strokes himself to climax. He takes in every beautiful moment of his orgasm, watching it ripple through his entire body and how it's painted on his face. His hand moves off his thigh to press to his stomach, feeling it lurch and undulate as he spills every last drop between them, and all over him, leaving a mess on his torso and pooling in the valleys of his lithe frame. He'll be committing that scene to memory for a long, long time and likely get off to it when he's alone and horny.
He tips his cheek into the affectionate palm when Molly touches his face and kisses the warm skin. His brow furrows softly with a grunt as the other slides off of his weeping member. He'll smile against Molly's hand at the encouraging words, head still swimming in euphoria but slowly coming down and settling into a warm, fuzzy lethargy. Still, as the other kisses him, he'll kiss in kind, mirroring the gentle passion and feeling his chest swell and flutter with something other than lust. Later he'll blame it on the blissed-out state of his brain. For now, though, he winds his arms around him once more to spread his hands all over every inch of his body in affectionate touches and a loving embrace.
He's surprised when the Tiefling reaches back to stretch himself, unsure at first until he feels the warm drip of his load against that oversensitive length. He hums softly with approval and nods, hands moving to stroke down Molly's thighs then back up around his hips to curl fingertips against the top of his ass. He just can't get enough of touching all over the Tiefling, so completely tactile as he rides the passionate high.
"We should probably hop in a nice warm bath soon. But I don't feel like moving at the moment." He'll lean up to pepper kisses along Molly's jaw and down his throat, across his clavicles, and back to his lips.
"I'd spend all day in this bed with you if you'd let me."
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He tips his cheek into the affectionate palm when Molly touches his face and kisses the warm skin. His brow furrows softly with a grunt as the other slides off of his weeping member. He'll smile against Molly's hand at the encouraging words, head still swimming in euphoria but slowly coming down and settling into a warm, fuzzy lethargy. Still, as the other kisses him, he'll kiss in kind, mirroring the gentle passion and feeling his chest swell and flutter with something other than lust. Later he'll blame it on the blissed-out state of his brain. For now, though, he winds his arms around him once more to spread his hands all over every inch of his body in affectionate touches and a loving embrace.
He's surprised when the Tiefling reaches back to stretch himself, unsure at first until he feels the warm drip of his load against that oversensitive length. He hums softly with approval and nods, hands moving to stroke down Molly's thighs then back up around his hips to curl fingertips against the top of his ass. He just can't get enough of touching all over the Tiefling, so completely tactile as he rides the passionate high.
"We should probably hop in a nice warm bath soon. But I don't feel like moving at the moment." He'll lean up to pepper kisses along Molly's jaw and down his throat, across his clavicles, and back to his lips.
"I'd spend all day in this bed with you if you'd let me."