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it 's around the fourth orgasm when Toji can 't think - can 't even

breathe.

Can 't do anything but spit out little profanities into your swollen lips while he rams his messy cock deeper into your sloppy entrance. Body moving before his mind to savor the sweet sweet cunt that 's been plaguing his mind all

week.

Again. And again. And again and again and-

'A

week

. ' you hear that familiar mantra from behind you, whirling your teary eyes to stare over your shoulder at your utterly

wrecked

ex-husband. Gaze glassy, cheeks flushed, lips sagging open as he pants, 'A whole

week,

n ' you 're

sure

she didn 't m-miss me, doll? Didn 't crave me fillin ' her up? '