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Toji Fushiguro never thought he 'd meet his match - he never thought he 'd end up like

this.

Toned chest panting -

heaving -

in pathetic huffs and puffs, muscular thighs quivering with every second he folded you like a lawnchair into such a

mean

standing nelson. It 's all he can do to snarl out mere husked gurgles, 'O-ovulation?

Hah-

five rounds n ' you still think she 's a match against me, doll? '

Lies.

And both of you knew it.

The man himself can only watch through hooded eyes when you 're squirming your greedy hips back and forth for

more more more-

'But

Toooji '

when m 'ovulating I really want a

hah...

a baby. '

Oh.

Oh.