ex boyfriend satoru
he keeps your face pressed into the pillow, hot, steamy tears rolling down your puffy cheeks, letting his deep strokes rock your body as he positions himself behind you. you have no idea how you let him get so close to you again, especially since you started dating someone new. gojo was like a persistent virus-- always finding it's way back into your life when it's most inconvenient.
but you can't help yourself, even you find yourself craving the same person you vowed to never speak to again. maybe that's why his aching cock is nestled deep inside the walls of your pussy, his nails digging crescent moons into the flesh of your ass.
"fuck i missed this little pussy," he drags his cock out of you, spreading open your cheeks, letting a wab of spit drip into your gaping cunt before ramming himself back in. he reaches forward, grabbing your hair, yanking you back so hard your back arches.
your eyes squint, a bright light hitting your body. he's recording.
although, you don't have a chance to focus on it.
his pace is brutal, but you seem to be masochist with the way you scream for him, crying out his name. that only makes him laugh, the eerie sound echoing off the walls. the light disappears and his laugh only grows more wild.
"i think your man is gonna fuckin love this shit." his tip presses against your cervix, making your ears ring, a dizzy feeling taking over. you can hear the swooshing sound of a video being sent but you don't care. gojo feels too good to care.