when your husband is supposed to be the rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand.
but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time, at the curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales it, shuddering so hard that the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound him at all.
“fuck, baby—” the words rip out of him, pitched high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t stop...”
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him—schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnhm!—if i just had the chance...”
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, i’d worship you, i'd never stop—”
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is straight up humiliating, a high and euphoric whine.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, painting his stomach, his abs, fist, and the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching violently.
“ah—mnhg—too much...” more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still pulses against his stomach, half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.
and you’re still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.
જ⁀➴ ♡ MDNI, your roommates, sukuna and toji, can’t stop perving over you! fem!reader
part 2!
you’re in desperate need of an apartment when the listing is put up, a three bedroom apartment with two roommates already settled in. their last roommate is moving for a job opportunity, so they’re looking for a replacement.
imagine sukuna and toji’s surprise when the replacement is your cute self. you replied to their listing almost immediately, and you were welcomed into their loving arms (too loving).
they both found you attractive. a small, cute little thing prancing around the apartment. you got comfortable fast, walking around in the shortest of shorts and see through tops that left your perky tits basically exposed.
you were a forgetful little thing. often you’d leave your laundry out for anyone to see, pretty lacy panties a sight to behold right on top of the pile of clothes.
sukuna tried to be respectful, put your belongings back in place and not stare at your hard nipples through the sheer fabric of your night shirt. but it was getting increasingly hard, especially when you bent over like that, arched for your ass to stick out just perfectly. they’ve both imagined taking you just like that, shorts pooled to your feet, panties tugged to the side, as he pounds into you at a punishing pace for acting like such a teasing minx.
toji was the first to indulge. it started with panties being stolen from your laundry, always a sexy black pair. he even stole your favorite thong! but who could blame him, when you kept them out so willingly like that?
toji felt no guilt when he wrapped the black lace around his thick cock, rutting up into it like you were really there. he’d moan your name quietly, teeth sank deep into his bottom lip as he imagined pounding that tight pussy of yours. he wondered if you were a virgin, fantasized about stealing your virginity in at least ten different positions around the house.
“fuuuuck baby,” he’d groan out, head thrown back as he chased his high. “this wet f’er me? gonna let me breed that pretty little pussy?” he’s chanting obscenely, praising your absent body until thick ropes of cum are shooting out of his cock, right into your black thong. he can’t help but feel disappointed it was wasted, not inside you, but now soiling the fabric of your favorite pair. oh well, now toji can fantasize about your prancing around the house with his cum stained into your panties, rubbing against your cunt.
toji makes it a habit to jerk off to you at least once a day. he’s worried he’s starting to become obsessed with you, no longer attracted to the hot women that frequent parties. when he does indulge in the sex, he ends up pissing the girl off by moaning your name at the end. oh well, not like he wanted them to stay anyways.
sukuna, on the other hand, was much less indulgent. he felt ashamed at first, jerking off one night after watching you bend over so prettily on the kitchen table. the sight of your skirt riding up to show off your panties, folds visible beneath the fabric. he caught the way your panties were just slightly damp, leaving him to fantasize about eating that pussy all night long ‘till you’re crying. he wants to suck on that pretty clit till you’re screaming, fuck you with his tongue ‘till you’re squirting all over his face.
sukuna becomes less ashamed when he finds out toji’s just as much of a perv he is. some bitch came whining to his ear, asking sukuna who you were. said toji wouldn’t stop moaning your name during sex, wanted to know who it was that ‘stole her man.’
sukuna doesn’t feel remorse anymore when he jerks off in the shower to you, washcloth full of that fruity body wash you use held straight against his nose as he imagines fucking into you like he’s always wanted. imagines bending you over right here in the shower, fucking you so hard the only thing you can say is his name, cockdrunk.
you’re too busy to notice your roommates perving over you, constantly studying or working to give them a second thought. but you do notice the way your panties go missing, or your body washes mysteriously lose product. and then it all clicks.
good thing you think they’re hot, too. you’re going to have so much fun teasing them until one of them gives in and fucks you like they mean it.
"Will you make miso soup for me every day?" is an old-fashioned Japanese proposal so Sanji straight up asked for Zoro's hand in marriage while high on cold medicine
He talks a big game, saying things like, "Of course I'll pull out." But when it actually comes down to it, what happens is an entirely different story.
With the tip of his cock lined up by your entrance, he pushes inside, watching his cock disappear into your pussy. He makes a few thrusts, slow and controlled, until something shifts and his hips are moving on their own, cock growing more and more sensitive.
"O-oh fuck, it feels so good," he whimpers. "I need to come—n-need to come in your pussy—"
You moan as he penetrates you deep, back arching off the bed. His cock hits your g-spot and you cry out in bliss; it would be so easy to give in. So fucking tempting.
"No—ah—T-Toru." You try to resist, to get him to stop. "Don't—"
"Hah—I can't—can't stop," he pins you down, physically overpowering you so that you're not able to get away. "I need this—fuck—please, I'm gonna—"
It's not fair. It's not fair how fucking hot he is, how watching him lose control only makes you that much more aroused. And then he slides one hand down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles, and you don't even have the ability to protest anymore as jolts of pleasure runs up your spine.
You moan brokenly, clenching around his thick, hard cock. His mouth is by your ear, panting, and you're both so close, but there's still time to stop this. There's still time—
But oh, you want his come so bad.
The thought is so fucking filthy. And then he's throbbing inside you, pulsing against your walls. Your head falls back; the two of your moan at the same time.
"C-coming—I'm—hah—f-fuck—I'm coming—"
His hips snap forward, making one final thrust as his cock is buried deep inside you. Gojo groans low and raspy, his release shooting out of him as his cock finally bursts, emptying his balls in your pussy.
He fucks you through it, rocking his hips, and you're coming too, throbbing around him like you're trying to milk every last drop of his release. Something about both of you trying to hold back, and failing, makes it that much more arousing.
By the time you come down from the high of your orgasm, Gojo can only give you a sheepish smile, making excuses about how he totally could have pulled out if he wanted to.
.
GETO...
The plan is perfectly laid out. All he has to do is go slow, maintain a deliberate speed the whole time, and he'll be able to stop himself before coming. Easy.
He follows through exactly with that, even when you're begging him to go faster, harder. You want more, but he doesn't give it to you; he knows how easily he'll lose control if he deviates from the plan even a little bit.
But he's still thrusting deep and the slow pace makes sure that you can feel every drag of his cock against your walls. You can feel everything so clearly as he throbs inside you. So fucking hard and thick.
"Fuck," he's panting, every muscle in his body tense to hold himself back from thrusting the way he wants. It's so hot to see him fight against his instincts, all because he promised not to come inside you.
It's not long before you can tell that he's getting close. He's shaking, cock twitching in warning. With a groan, his breath is ragged when he says, "You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna—hah—shit, I'm—"
Crying out, he makes the most arousing sound you've ever heard. And somehow, with excruciating effort and self-control, he manages to pull out just in time.
But he doesn't come.
His cock is rock hard, pulsing dangerously like it's ready to explode any second now. It twitches wildly between his legs. Precum leaks from the tip in an endless stream, overflowing down the shaft and dripping onto the bedsheets—evidence of his desire, how fucking turned on he is.
He's looking at you with a dark gaze, so much lust in his eyes. It's torture how badly he needs to come and his chest is heaving from the effort of holding himself back. But he had pulled out just a second too soon. And now his willpower is really being tested.
"S-Suguru..." you whimper. Your pussy so wet, aching for him to penetrate you again. He's left both of you right on the edge, denied both of your orgasms, and you can't think straight anymore.
It should be a good thing that he pulled out in time, but that's not what you want. Not what your aching pussy wants.
And then, he lowers himself so that his cock is resting on the outside of your pussy and god. You can feel him throbbing, pulsing, just as he can feel your pussy doing the same.
"I-I can't..." his voice sounds strained, trying so hard to resist rocking his hips. You can see the exact moment his composure snaps. "Fuck. Fuck."
He thrusts back into you, unable to hold back any longer. Hands gripping your waist, his cock plunges into you as he slams his hips forward, a broken moan falling from his lips as you gasp. This time, he goes fast, setting a brutal pace that has you coming undone too.
You clench around him, around that hard fucking cock, and his hips stutter. "O-oh, just like that, baby—hah—yeah—fucking take it." He's become feral, only chasing after his pleasure. "Feels good—f-fuck, feels so good inside you."
And it doesn't take much for him to come after that, hips thrusting like a wild animal, like he's so desperate that he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.
He moans your name and buries his cock deep and he spills his come inside you in spurts, not pulling out until he's sure that you've taken every drop.
It's so hot that you don't even care about him breaking his promise not to come inside you.
.
NANAMI...
It's like he becomes a different man when he's fucking you.
He starts off gentle, focusing on your body to the point where his own arousal is being neglected. By this point, his cock is standing tall between his legs, so big and hard with thick veins running along the sides.
But as soon as that cock enters you—oh fuck, something inside him breaks.
He practically growls in your ear, rolling his hips like he's been deprived for weeks. "Gonna breed this tight pussy, fill you up and stuff you full of my come."
You moan at how fucking horny he is. You've never heard such filthy words from him before. And maybe it's a bad time to find out that your boyfriend, who swore that he won't come inside you, has a breeding kink, but fuck, it makes you turned on, too.
"N-no, Kento..." you protest weakly. "You can't—ah—you said you would pull out—"
He brushes past your g-spot and you gasp, no longer able to form a coherent sentence. It happens again and again, his cock aiming at the same place with every thrust, calculated and precise. You melt under him, hearing him chuckle.
"Good girl, just take my fucking cock," he grunts, voice raspy and strained. You can tell that his orgasm is building, getting close now. "Greedy little pussy—hah—gonna come in you and teach you a fucking lesson."
You hate how turned on you are from hearing that, how much your pussy throbs even though you shouldn't want it. You also hate how clearly you can feel the drag of his cock along your walls every time he pulls out and pushes back in, making you fall apart under him.
And you should've known, based on his words, the absolutely filthy dirty talk that he's been whispering to you this whole time, that he'd be too weak to actually pull out before he comes.
He ends up doing exactly what he said—moaning, his cock pulses hard, shooting his release into you and filling you to the brim with his come. There's so much of it that it feels endless. He stuffs you full until it overflows around his cock and drips out of you, down your thighs and onto the bedsheets. When he finally pulls out, you can feel his come gushing out between your legs.
The rational part of you is thinking about how he broke his promise, how it shouldn't feel this good. But it does, and his cock is still inside you as he rocks his hips, daring you to let go.
"K-Kento," you moan, clenching around him. And you're coming too, coming on his cock as he thrusts deep, and god, you don't even care anymore. Your thighs are shaking, hands grasping at the bedsheets.
He fucks you through your orgasm, watching you intently as you tremble and squirm. More of his come gushes out of you when he finally pulls his cock back and the pleasure of being fucked so thoroughly is enough to distract you on the consequences.
A hand rubs at your pussy where creamy white is dripping. It takes a moment for you to catch your breath. At least now you know that Nanami definitely doesn't have the willpower to stop himself from coming in you.
.
TOJI...
"You can't come inside, okay?"
He waves his hands absentmindedly, already folding your legs up and pressing his hard cock to your entrance. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."
And before you even have a chance to tell him that you're serious about this, he's already thrusting into you, using his thick cock to distract you from any protests you might've had. Your mind goes blank, gasping at the sensation. Fuck Toji and how fucking good his cock feels.
He knows it, too, which is the most annoying part. He rolls his hips exactly how you like it, dragging his hard cock all the way out, then pushing back in again. It's all you can do to not completely fold under the pleasure right then and there.
"You want this, don't you?" he asks, licking his lips like he already knows the answer.
"Ah—fuck—you can't—" Whining, you struggle to get the words out, mind clouded with arousal. "T-Toji—oh my god—"
"Say it," Toji growls, hips thrusting brutally into you. "Say that you want my come. Beg for me to come in this greedy pussy."
The pleasure is so overwhelming that can hardly think straight. "N-no..." you say, trying not to give in so easily.
"No?" He pulls back until only the head of his cock remains in you, teasing your entrance as he swirls his hips.
And fuck. Fuck. You feel so empty now, so fucking close to coming if he'd just thrust into you again. Your pussy throbs hard and it makes him smirk, knowing how desperate your body is and how much control he has over you.
His cockhead catches against your pussy and you whimper. He pushes in a little, no more than one inch, and you clench around him, trying to get him deeper in you.
"Please..." you breathe out, about to lose your mind if he doesn't start fucking you soon. "Your cock... w-want your cock."
A hand finds your clit, thumb circling around the sensitive nub, and you moan in desperation. You need his cock so fucking bad.
"What else do you want?" he asks, rocking his hips slowly to really make you feel the tip of his cock. The thrusts are still shallow, taunting you, agonizing.
Fuck, you don't care anymore. You'll do anything to feel that thick, hard cock buried inside you again.
"Y-your come," you say, mind delirious. So fucking horny that your mind is clouded from reason. "Please, please, come inside me, I want it—wanna feel you come—ah—"
Toji chuckles and slams his cock all the way, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Thought so. Greedy fucking pussy could never live without my come, hm?"
And there's no more teasing after that. He fucks into you hard, hips snapping forward, going so fucking deep every time.
toji starts acting different when an audience is involved
18+ camgirl reader x fwb toji, filming, prone bone, headlock, possessiveness, dirty talk, creampie
toji doesn't bat an eye the day you ask him to join you on stream.
the deal you lay out for him is simple. a generous 30% of your tips just to come on cam and fuck you the way he always does. a couple of basic positions, maybe a toy if your viewers really want one. there were only so many ways to get off in front of an audience, why not add another person into the mix?
and toji agrees like he was born for it. call it the way his dick tends to speak for him after a quick fuck, or his soft spot for anything that involves touching you. either way, the man ponders your offer as casually as he would the weather, pulling your naked body closer with a very serious "what day do you need me?"
he shows up to you apartment a handful of days later with a purpose, freshly showered with his choppy fringe styled the way you love. he greets you at the door with a kiss far too deep to not send butterflies between your legs. he leads you to the bedroom with an unreadable look on his face, hand splayed across your lower back.
your viewers adore him, and that's putting it very mildly.
he's been teasing you for the better half of an hour, answering questions with his dick to the hilt and his hands cupping your ass. you’re all but weightless in the seat of his lap, arms thrown around his neck with your legs bracketing his. toji takes the time to savor you, watching the way you shake every time he lifts you up and down his throbbing length.
"huh, how'd we meet?" he mumbles, leaning forward to read a question at the top of the queue "uhh, college i think? fucked her at a halloween party and i guess she never got tired of me." he laughs, thrusting up into you to punctuate the shitty joke.
the set you'd worn for him hadn't stood a chance from the second you turned the camera on, shucked off and discarded on the floor by his heavy hands in the handful of minutes leading up to this very moment. toji wasn't just fucking you, he was drawing it out, teasing you up the wall just because he can.
he takes a moment to spread you open, hands pulling your cheeks apart to show off where your bodies meet. the viewers go wild at that, throwing money at the both of you like there’s no tomorrow.
you perk up at the telltale ding! letting you know a hefty donation had gone through, turning to try and get a better look at the monitor.
except, toji grabs your chin with practiced efficiency, pulling your face into his neck before you’re able to read what the accompanying request says.
“hm?” he hums, scanning the brightly lit screen. “yeah, i can do that.” he reasons, shifting onto his knees underneath you.
you whine into the crook of his neck as he finally lays you down on your back, feeling him lean to the side to pick up the camera.
“wait you’re not supposed to–.” you whine, all too aware of how deep he feels inside of you now. you watch him swipe the little device from its place on your desk, holding it up to your pussy with his lip caught between his teeth
"not supposed to what? hm?" he asks, fake sympathy lacing his tone. “fuck, look at that.” he grumbles. “this what you guys wanted?”
the chat detonates with a force you’ve never seen before. you’re already way past your donation goal for the night, with more money funneling in every minute.
he sets a steady pace for the both of you, fucking his wet cock in between your legs with seamless thrusts. you can feel every inch of him like this. the way his tip drags heavy inside of you, how his girth stretches your hole to it’s maximum. even the veins on the underside of his shaft lick at you sweetly.
he holds the camera right up to your shaky body. the frame shakes every time his hips meet your ass, and the mic is probably picking up his heavy breaths but neither of you care at this point. this isn’t about the content anymore, toji’s fucking you like he wants to eat you alive.
he presses his palm gently into the little pudge of your stomach, searching, wanting.
“mhm, there it is.” he drawls, massaging the shape of his length through your tummy. “you feel me in here?”
you nod shakily, not knowing whether to look into the camera or up at him.
“yeah? gonna keep me in here?”
he’s never like this when the camera is off. never as performative as he is now. you flutter around him involuntarily and the groan it earns you practically comes from his soul, his shoulders shaking with pleasure.
“oh, fuck.” he drawls, fastening a hand to the meat of your hip to ground himself. he leans forward then, lips attaching to your neck as he grinds the head of himself inside of you.
“pussy’s too fucking good.” he grumbles, “way too good.” you feel his head turn to the camera at that last part, almost like he’s trying to prove a point to the viewers at home. that’s when it clicks. toji didn’t just agree to come on here and fuck you, he came to lay a claim on you. to show the people who tune in every night that only he could fuck you like this.
“who’s this belong to?” he asks sternly. he slaps the tip of himself against your budding beat, filling the room with slick noise. “say it.”
you’re so far gone you barely register the question. all you can focus on is getting him back inside of you. too slaps himself against you again, harder this time. you jolt at the stimulation.
“fucked you stupid already?” he teases. five fingers close around your chin and guide your face to the side, right in line with the camera. “who’s this pussy belong to? hm?”
“yours.” you breathe.
“nobody else’s?” he finally sheaths himself inside of you, and you both groan. toji wastes no time and quickly works his way up to a steady pace. in and out like a piston in a well oiled machine.
“no, nobody.” you punctuate. the hand around your chin finally releases and moves down to the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg forward until your knee reaches your chest.
he’s so deep like this, deep enough it even hurts a little if you focus too much.
“gonna let me cum inside?”
you nod, squealing at a particularly deep thrust.
“yes, fuck, always.”
“whenever i want?”
“whenever you want.” you whine, head ascending to the clouds as the pad of his huge thumb makes down to rub over your clit. toji plays your body like a fiddle. like he's the only man on earth who'll ever make you feel this good. in a way, he pretty much is.
you can feel your heartbeat in between your legs now, hammering against your walls to the beat of each stroke of his. toji hisses, almost like he can feel your impending orgasm, and pulls out with a nasty squelch to set the camera back on your desk and flip you over as quickly as he can.
he has you on you stomach now, fully in sight of the cam with his forearm locked against your neck, holding your head up for the viewers at home. toji lays flat up against you, focusing the brunt of his weight into fucking you prone bone.
a quick peek at the monitor confirms your suspicion that you look ruined like this. lips pressed into a pout from the force of his bicep curled around your face, sweaty hands fisted into the sheets below you for purchase, the whole nine yards. toji must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he looks at you. proud, almost. like you’re something he created with his bare hands.
“gonna show them how you cum for me?” he asks you, low enough for only you to hear.
you nod the best you can, unable to hide the sweet noises he draws out of you with every press of his hips. you’ve cum on only his dick before, but this feels different. stronger, almost. more intimate. the world beyond your bed seems to be the furthest thing from your mind right now. toji is the only thing you can focus on.
the chat is up to a rolling boil at this point. you’ve wracked up enough money to pay your rent and then some, not to mention the jaw dropping orgasm you feel building in your stomach. toji seems more focused on cumming than making the viewers happy at this point, pistoning into you like he was born for it.
he angles his hips just a tad bit lower, and just like that, you’re clamping down on him hard. creaming on his heavy length with a noise so desperate you’re 90% sure it’s what pushed him over the edge as well.
his load seems to go on for ages, filling you up in steady, hot pumps until it spills out from around the length of him. the arm curled around your face slowly retracts, leaving you face-down in the sheets with your legs shaking and your chest heaving.
toji snakes his fingers under your chin to turn your gaze toward him, letting the pad of his thumb stroke your cheek softly. his presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cradling your face in his palm for a few moments until he’s sure you’ve come down from the cloud you’re on.
he pulls out of you slowly, hand on your lower back to keep you from squirming too hard. you watch him pad over your desk, cock swinging between his legs as he bends down to face the camera with a sleazy grin before waving goodbye to everyone and pressing "end stream".
pervert roommie!choso who waits until your shower steam is thick enough to hide the sound of his palm slapping against his cock. door cracked just enough. he’s got your worn sleep shirt balled up over his nose, inhaling the spot right under your armpit where your scent clings strongest, groaning low when the cotton drags over his leaking tip
pervert roommie!choso who “accidentally” forgets to lock the bathroom after he jerks off so you walk in on the mess he left. pearlescent ropes still dripping down the shower tile, his boxers kicked into the corner like evidence. he stands there towel low on his hips, pretending to be surprised, voice cracking when he mumbles “shit… didn’t hear you come in”
pervert roommie!choso who steals your dirty panties from the hamper and stuffs them in his pocket before you do laundry. later that night he’s thrusting into his fist with the lace crushed against his tongue, tasting the damp cotton where you were wet earlier that day. he cums so hard his thighs shake and he has to bite his own arm to keep quiet
pervert roommie!choso who starts leaving the living room tv on porn channels at 3 a.m. knowing you’ll stumble out sleepy and confused in nothing but that tiny tank top. he’s sprawled on the couch, sweats tented obscenely, eyes half-lidded when you freeze in the doorway. “couldn’t sleep,” he rasps, hand already palming himself through the fabric, “wanna watch with me?”
pervert roommie!choso who corners you in the kitchen at midnight while you’re reaching for a glass. presses his whole front to your back, fat cock already rock-hard against your ass. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident anymore. instead just grinds slow and heavy while his mouth finds your ear. “been smellin’ you all day… fuck, you’re soaked through these shorts, aren’t ya?”
pervert roommie!choso who finally snaps after weeks of teasing. pins both your wrists above your head with one massive hand, other yanking your panties to the side. he’s shaking, pupils blown, throat dry. “m’ sorry— m’ so fucking sorry b-but i can’t— need inside— been dreaming a-about this pussy every night—” then he’s bullying his way in with one desperate thrust, choking on a sob the second your walls flutter around him.
pervert roommie!choso who turns into a babbling mess the moment he bottoms out. hips stuttering, forehead pressed to your shoulder, whimpering against your neck. “s’ too tight— fuck— gonna cum already— d-don’t move— please don’t move or m’ gonna lose it—” but he’s already fucking you stupid, sloppy and frantic, drooling down your collarbone while he chants your name like a prayer.
pervert roommie!choso who keeps going even after he fills you up once. pulls out just to watch his cum leak out, then pushes back in with a broken moan. “look— look how much i gave you… still not enough— need to breed it deeper— fuck— m’ gonna keep going til you’re dripping for days”
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