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'T-

Tooooji-

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You 're being oh-so-easily shut up with just three stinging

slaps!

of Toji 's hefty, swollen tip. Strawberry-red, and

just

as angrily plump

.

Making such a

mess

when he 's smearing between your treacly walls in a gluey kiss - like he never wanted to let go.

And you never wanted him to.

Not even when he 's rolling his eyes with a

mean

titter, 'Don 't remember my

heh- birthday gift

includin ' this chatty mouth of yours, doll. ' A singular, masculine palm sheaths over your deliriously slack maw -

rough

. 'S 'even more talkative than

her-

'

But it was

impossible

not to be after these hours upon hours.

Impossible