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'Oh, Toji '

ngh! Toji-

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'Whaaaat? ' Toji himself can 't help but roll his verdant eyes, smushin ' those cute cheeks of yours together as you squeal. 'Got somethin ' to say to me, mama? '

And the only thing you can do is

whine-

each n ' every babbling word being pushed out of your lungs by his furious hips. He was grinding you into the mattress with his reddened tip, like he was trying to leave you spellbound.

Like he was

trying

to make you gape, eyes snapping open at the wad of saliva that glues to the side of your lips. Toji 's spitting between your puffy mouth and thumbing it messily all over, snickering. 'Maybe this 'll help ya say it straight,

heh '

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