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'Please-

ngh, Toji '

' You can 't help but trill at the sloppy movements of Toji 's tongue, swipin ' and slurping it 's way

carnally

between your slick, dribbling folds.

The slimy end of his muscle curves in

just

right past your entrance and you find yourself sobbing, gushing out the creamy remnants that Toji had pumped you oh-so-

full

with just mere minutes prior. And he 's

parched.

Smacking his scarred, puckered lips whilst they stick with his seed like a white gloss, watching you only grow

wetter

and he 's gasping '

'Oh. '

Mossy eyes drooping, swollen length spent n ' still

aching.

Just about the only guttural noise he can make, the only thing he can even