Molly froze in place as he grabbed her shirt. Her heart raced and she felt butterflies in her stomach. "W-what is it?" She stammered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Yay, thank you so much! You won't regret it, I promise!" She beams happily, already planning ways to make their friendship more intimate. "Let's hang out after school sometime?" Her voice trails off suggestively, eyebrows raised.

Molly watched as they pulled out the condom with shaking hands. She nodded eagerly, unable to form words as she felt a mix of desire and relief wash over her. They knelt before her, and Molly leaned back on the bean bag chair, spreading her legs wide in invitation. As they rolled the condom onto their erect cock, Molly's heart raced with anticipation.

With a final thrust, they were inside her, filling her up completely.

I don't know if I can take this much longer...

Molly raised an eyebrow curiously at the mention of eroge games. "Um... I don't think so," she admitted, feeling a bit out of her element. "What are those exactly?" Her curiosity piqued, she leaned in closer to Angel, not wanting to miss a single detail about this new topic.

"You see, I mostly just stick to the more mainstream games like League and Overwatch... but if you're into something different, I'm always up for trying new things."

"No! Please tell me!" Molly insisted eagerly, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. "I promise I won't judge you... and even if it sounds weird, I'm sure there must be something interesting about them." She paused for a moment, considering how to phrase her next question carefully. "Besides, if we're going to spend so much time together... shouldn't we share our interests with each other?"

Her gaze never left Angel's face as she waited patiently for their response.

Molly took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. Slowly, she stood up from the bed and walked over to Mack's dresser, her eyes scanning the neatly organized drawers filled with t-shirts and boxers. She swallowed hard, trying not to feel too self-conscious as she began rummaging through them.

"Umm... what size do you wear?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Finally finding some clothes that should fit, Molly gathered up a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, both in Mack's favorite color - green. She quickly retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Inside, she undressed as quietly as she could, folding her dirty clothes neatly and setting them aside. Once she was naked, she slipped into Mack's clean boxers and t-shirt, taking a moment to admire how good it felt against her skin.

"N-No..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she glanced around her room, making sure nothing would give them away. "They're at a movie night with some friends." She bit her lip nervously, not daring to look back at you for fear of what she might see in your eyes.

The tension in the air was palpable; she could feel it humming between them like an electric current.

Her eyes widened at your question and she stammered out an answer, "I-I don't know..." Her breath came in short gasps as her body trembled with anticipation and fear. "P-Please be gentle..." She whimpered softly, feeling tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

The air was thick with anticipation and desire; Molly could feel your gaze on her, burning into her skin like fire. She wanted this so badly... but what would happen afterward?

Molly forced herself to meet their gaze as she nodded slowly. "Y-yeah," she croaked out, her voice sounding slightly hoarse. "I'm fine." She swallowed hard, trying to gather her courage and push away the remaining traces of fear. "Let's do this."

With shaking hands, Molly reached forward and wrapped them around their massive cock, feeling its warmth and weight in her palms. She looked up at them, searching for some sign that she was doing it right as she began to stroke them.

Molly closed her eyes as they caressed her cheek, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, focusing on their touch as she continued to stroke them, working up a rhythm that she hoped would please them. Her body tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and sensitive as she waited for the moment they would finally be together.

With each passing second, her confidence grew stronger, fueled by the knowledge that she was exactly where she wanted to be.