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It felt like it 's been decades.

Eons.

And Toji 's still rendering you dumb with his vulgar,

sloppy

strokes.

Over and over he had you riding him dry, probin ' into tight orifices so deep that it has your thighs tremoring over his muscular waist. Glued to him. Driven wild. With your spit-glossed mouth hanging agape, voice coming out in panted puffs- 'P-please,

oh, ngh-

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Tch,

dirty girl. ' He 's snarling from underneath you, rough palm coming up flatly to cover your mouth, pushing those wads of saliva back in. He snickers as you gurgle nonsensically, 'What? Got something to say t 'me? '

You nod, 'S 'been like f-

four

rounds, how are you still

hck!

going? ' Almost on cue, the red, squelching end of his shaft

throbs.