Aug 12
Gojo is the type of husband to ask you to marry him every time he puts it inside, pretty blue eyes running away the back of his head and his voice cracking. And if you see a few tears- well, no you didn’t.
Gojo is the type of husband to keep moving - to keep trying to fit himself inside - even after he’d bottomed out. Latching onto your hips and pushing and pushing with his meaty thighs to strike your slippery cervix.
Gojo is the type of husband to always, always hold your hand when you cum. Rubbing his thumb over that gigantic diamond he’d placed there, and whispering in your ear about “Yeah, Toru’s here— cum so we can go again, my wife, m’kay?”
