puppyboy! satoru has such an insatiable oral fixation…combine that with his utter obsession of you and you’re in for a rough time.
"s-satoru-!", you give another pathetic cry of his name.
he doesn't even glance up, still focused on the gameboy in his hands, though he perks both ears to let you know he's listening. "hm?"
the vibrations of his hum send a shiver throughout your body. it's subconcious when your thighs try and close, but fail miserably with satoru pinning them down with his elbows.
"is this really h–helping you focus?", you ask him.
satoru unlatches from your pussy with a wet smack, tongue darting out to messily lick away the slick coating the bottom half of his face. "of course! i just like to have something in my mouth while i play, ya know, to keep me busy."
he's diving back in before you can even respond. an eager tongue laps away at your clit, swollen and sore from all the sucking and licking and biting satoru has abused it with. he finally gives you a glance, staring at your sweaty face, trembling lips, the furrow of your eyebrows that he knows means you're about to squirt again. or try, anyway. you're probably running on empty at this point.
the thought of giving you a small break only briefly crosses his mind, before the game dings! and signals to satoru he's finally won the pesky digimon battle he's been losing for the past twenty minutes.
"yes, finally!", he cheers, tail wagging victoriously, just as your body twitches from another dry orgasm it can't handle.
your chest heaves, air barely making it into your lungs, but you can just get out, "oh, go–ood...are…are you done?"
to your horror, satoru has begun settling back into his previous spot, propping the gameboy back up on your lower belly. "huh? nah, i'm about halfway through. it'll probably take me a while to get through the rest."
satoru either doesn't see or doesn't care about the complete look of dismay on your face. he opens his mouth to press his tongue to your pussy before you begin pleading with him.
"satoru–, wait, wait a second, just give me a few minut–oh!"
"ah, ah, ah!", he pouts, slapping your clit in time with each word. "you said you would help. all you gotta do is sit here and be pretty. that's not even hard, i'm doin' all the work actually playing the game."
if your mind wasn't total mush, you'd argue with him some more. but it is, so you can't, and satoru gives a content hum, wagging his tail and kissing your clit as you collapse back onto the bed.
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