GojoSatoru! Loves how fat your pussy is! 🍒
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Satoru loves anything tight on your body, not just because it sits your ass up nice and shows your curves but because you have a fat pretty pussy, that can’t help but make her presence known.
He loves that , you’re slightly embarrassed by it always wearing your shorts loosely or wearing a sweater whenever you wear tights because you don’t want anyone to notice in public and become a freak show attraction.
You know he secretly loves it, he never fails to express that—honestly, it’s not even much of a secret in your shared household anymore. Any time you’re in the house, whether you’re cooking, cleaning, or just sprawled out on the couch in your panties or those barely-there shorts, you seem completely unaware of the effect you have on him.
He stops, slowly leaning down toward you, his head lowering until he’s face to face with you. Your phone slips from your hand and lands on your chest as you look up at him, a cheeky shy smile on your face from him being so close. He’s sneaky like that—always finding a way to get close without making it obvious what he really wants.
He plays it off like he’s just stopping to give you one of those casual daily kisses, when you both run into each other in the house, the kind he always steals when he walks by. But while his lips meet yours, his hand drifts down, giving you a quick, playful pat right on your pussy—more like a teasing love tap than anything else.
He smirks right into the kiss, clearly pleased with himself, already expecting the reaction he knows he’s about to get.
“ Toru stop !” You screech grabbing his wrist in a failed attempt to push him away but he doesn’t budge , only laughing at your struggling attempt , his pointer hooking under your panties he pulls them right between your lips and she swallows them .
“But shes so fat mama” he smirks and you’re highly offended by that but he doesn’t care.
He’s to far gone he’s now got his whole palm squeezing your pussy , and he’s not letting go he can feel his dick swelling as he rubs away.
You swore you where pissed because he always ruins your scroll time but your legs are spreading even wider and your hips buck needlessly into his palm .
“She’s all wet mama , you like this ?” He hums teasingly lips latching to the open cleavage leaving purplish love bites all over your breast, tugging aside your panties he swipes his finger right past your slit only to see how wet you really are and your dripping .
“Look at what you’ve done princess” you look down at his fingers two fingers stretching your arousal.
He isn’t surprised at all—he’s seen that look in your eyes before. Still, when you grab his hand and guide it up to your lips, he can’t help the way his breath hitches.
You take his finger slowly into your mouth, sucking it with deliberate ease, your tongue curling around it while you keep your eyes on him. The soft, wet sound makes his stomach tighten, and for a second he swears he could lose it right there.
“Shit…” he mutters under his breath.
He pulls his hand away before he actually does something reckless. But the restraint only lasts a moment. With a quick hook of your stiletto nails into the waistband of his sweats, he shoves them down just enough before stepping closer.
“I’ll make you cum first “ you say so challenging as if this pussy wasn’t sensitive as it is.
The next thing you know, he’s guiding himself past your lips, pushing into your throat while his other hand slips between your thighs. His fingers press deep into your pussy, curling inside you, the pace rough and impatient that has you squirting all over the couch within minutes.
The room fills with the messy sounds of him moving—louder than your muffled moans—as he groans under his breath, clearly losing the battle to keep himself under control.
“Tongue out, doll.”
He’s standing over you now, your body already spent beneath him while his hand moves slowly over himself, steady strokes that make his breathing heavier by the second. His gaze stays locked on you, dark and satisfied, like he already knows you’ll do exactly what he says.
You obey, sticking your tongue out just the way he likes, eyes half-lidded as you look up at him.
The sight alone nearly does him in.
His hand tightens, pace faltering for a second before he groans under his breath, hips tensing. A moment later he spills, that warm white release landing across your waiting tongue while he curses quietly, head tipping back from the intensity of it.
For a second he can barely keep himself upright, chest rising and falling as he steadies himself, still looking down at you like the sight alone might finish him all over again.