Your parents think Gojo is your gay bff — if only they knew he’s been folding you like laundry behind closed doors ;)
“Honey, are you two okay in there?”
Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he winks at you before he replies, “We’re fabulous. Don’t worry your pretty self about us!”
She giggles through the bathroom door. “Okay, but make sure you get her to shave her mustache too, sweetie. She’s not as keen on feminine hygiene as we are. Work her hard in there.” Ouch?
“Oh, trust me girl, I’m working her real hard.”
How she hasn’t figured out by now that your ‘gay’ best friend isn’t as gay as she thinks, you will never know. It seems so obvious — the constant sleepovers, the wearing his shirt, how touchy he was even to their face, and how he’d be sporting a boner when you entered his line of vision. But who are you to complain?
At least your parents’ obliviousness means you two can have as much sex in your house as you’d like. For example, right now, when he’s balls deep inside your pussy in the bathroom, fucking you against the cold tiles with the excuse of a ‘DIY spa-day’ as your cover.
Swallowing your moans, he kisses you until you’re dizzy and desperate for air. Every thrust, every grind of his pelvis to your clit, every throb of his cock inside your gummy walls, drives you wild. But you have to be quiet, have to not let the squelch! squelch! of your mixing juices bleed through the door, and give away your little secret. And it's oh so hard when he's fucking you oh so good.
Naturally, it was his idea — something about the sneaking around and deceiving everyone turned him on endlessly. The way he could make you cum through your panties under the dinner table with his foot as he chatted with your dad about taking him shopping, or fingering you under the blankets when watching Barbie for the hundredth time, and how he could actually come inside the dressing rooms in stores with your mother right outside, not knowing his tongue was exploring your pussy. And you won’t lie, it's pretty damn hot to be so obvious whilst everyone is none the wiser.
“Slay, boots down houston I’m -ngh- d-deceased,” he says through gritted teeth, his tip gliding past your walls and prodding that spot inside that has you creaming harder on his cock. “This pretty pussy never fails to -fuuuuck loosen up baby gonna make me cum early- to m-make my problems sashay away.”
Nails digging into his slippery back, you groan. “Shut up, Satoru. Seriously.”
He chuckles against your neck, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. “Just method acting, babe. Respect the craft.”
Your father’s voice sounds out through the pleasurable haze. “How are my two queens doing in there? Can I say queens?”
Gojo snickers before he forces his own voice into an ear-splitting high pitched tone, still rutting into your sopping cunt. “You can say whatever you want, daddykins — we’re almost done.”
The older man laughs before he pads away and you two resume your animalistic, uninhibited fucking. Your own wetness is dripping down your thighs. His mouth is wrapping around your nipple, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. And they have no clue — it’s kinda embarrassing to have parents so airheaded but you love them dearly, just not enough to be honest it would seem.
Only after you both cum, shuddering against each other with long, quiet moans, do you finally ask, “Do gay men even say ‘daddykins’?”
This might be offensive but my fr gay best friend gave me the go ahead so woke fiends don't come knocking at my door!
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