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Please '

' Toji drawls, slow and syrupy around your puffy clit. 'Who do you think you

are

, doll? Just

sit.

'

Now, the problem wasn 't that strange, low-level curse from Toji 's latest job.

No,

don 't make him laugh - he barely felt whatever that weak cursed technique was. The problem was the way he 'd trudged back home, not even

thinking

of reaching for that door handle before it hits him.

Suddenly too-sensitive nose getting a whiff of your shampoo - all the way from inside the bedroom.

All the way to that dangerous, ugly little part of himself that says that if he doesn 't get a taste of you right

now

then

neither