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Toji Fushiguro

never

stutters, he

never

sounds unsure, he

never

lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence.

Except for now, that is.

With you folded into such a

mean

mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn 't enough to have Toji 's head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod,

'Another. '

Another.

Oh, it 's all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.

'Another, huh? ' Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow.

Torturously slow.