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He tilts my chin up with two fingers.
Smirking.
Lazily stroking his cock in front of my face—already flushed, already leaking—and I’m not sure if it’s from anticipation or the fact that I’m already drooling.
“Say please.”
I open my mouth.
“Please, Satoru.”
He leans in.
Lets spit gather on his tongue and fall between my lips—slow, thick, wet—until it hits mine with a drip that makes me moan.
“Good girl. Now get it wet for me.”
I do.
I suck him in slow. Eyes up. Hands behind my back—just how he likes it.
And he moans at the sight.
Fingers winding into my hair, tightening when I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue.
“There you go,” he groans.
“Knew that pretty little mouth was good for something.”
I moan around him—sloppy, soaking, gagging when he thrusts in a little harder.
He doesn’t let up.
Not when my throat tightens.
Not when tears prick at my eyes.
Not when spit coats his cock and drips down my chin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs.
“All fucked out already and I haven’t even gotten my cock in your cunt yet.”
He pulls out suddenly.
Wet pop, strands of spit clinging to my lips and his tip.
He strokes it once, then again, watching me pant—wrecked—on my knees like I’d beg for more.
“You want it back? Beg.”
I nod. Eyes glassy. Tongue out again.
“Say it.”
“I want your cock, Satoru,” I breathe.
“Want you to fuck my throat, spit in my mouth, ruin me.”
He groans.
“You’re a fucking dream.”
He drags me up by the hair.
Pulls me to my feet, spins me around, hand on the back of my neck as he bends me over the nearest surface.
His cock slides against my pussy—wet from spit, from slick, from need—and he presses just the tip in, slow and taunting.
“You ready?” he whispers against my ear.
“I’m not going easy. You asked for nasty.”
And then he thrusts.
All the way.
In one stroke.
I scream.
He growls.
“Take it. Fucking take it.”
And I do.
I moan, cry, clench, cum—so fast, so filthy, so full.
He spits again—on my back this time, then smears it with his palm as he pounds me from behind.
He pulls out.
Just enough to watch my slick drip down his cock—then shoves it back in hard, one hand gripping my throat, the other buried in my hair.
“What’s that?” he growls.
“Can’t hear you with my cock this deep.”
I try to answer—try—but my voice is broken, my moans too loud, my body too wrecked.
“Fucking ruined already... All from spit and cock and a little praise, huh?”
He flips me onto my back this time.
Face flushed. Thighs open.
My cunt twitching, messy with slick and spit and Gojo’s cum—
And he stares.
“Look at you. Fucked dumb and still needy.”
He slides in again.
This time slow.
So slow it hurts.
Like he’s savoring every twitch, every whimper, every inch.
“You’ll cum again,” he whispers.
“Just from the stretch. Just from being filled again.”
And I do.
Back arching. Legs trembling.
Tears slipping down my cheeks as he moans like he’s about to break—
“Fuck—fuck, that’s it—good fucking girl.”
When he cums again, it’s deep.
Thick. Hot.
He stays inside.
Still buried, still panting, still holding my face while he spits one last time between my lips.
“Swallow it. Then say thank you.”
And I do.
Because I am filthy. And good. And his.
He kisses the corner of my mouth.
Then my cheek.
Then dips down and licks the spit and sweat from my jaw before whispering:
“One more, yeah? Just one more. You can take it.”
I nod.
Barely.
But that’s all he needs.
He starts to move again—slow and grinding—just the tip dragging in and out, teasing the oversensitive spots until I whimper and clutch at his arms.
“That’s it,” he breathes.
“Let me feel you shake.”
His hands slide under my thighs. Push them higher.
He leans in deeper, body flush to mine, hips rolling like sin while he kisses me messy, open-mouthed, his cum dripping between us both.
“You’re gonna cum on it again, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s it. Make it messy. I’ll lick it off after.”
I cry out.
Tears on my lashes. Lips parted. Mind gone.
And he grins.
“There she is. Knew you could give me just one more.”
When I cum again, it’s with his hand on my throat and my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my cunt fluttering so hard around him it nearly knocks the breath from his lungs.
He moans into my mouth.
Kisses me through it.
Stays inside, twitching, leaking, claiming.
“So good,” he pants.
“So fucking good for me.”