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'Mhm ' ' Toji 's babbling out a

drawn-out

groan, dragging the sharp bridge of his nose down your drooling slit. Veering

slow

and syrupy where your clit was just

throbbing,

'Yeah, that last job-

actually. Gimme a sec, Shiu.

'

And you can only gasp when he 's trapping that glaring phone screen between his ear and his shoulder, sliding the calloused expanse of his palm up, up,

up

your arched spine.

Curling gently around your throat, 'Now, who said you can stop sittin ' on m 'face, doll? '

It 's said low -

dangerous

- loud enough that it

just

reached your ears above those

saturated

squelches.

'B-but- ' you shudder. 'Shiu can- '