poor toji gets his feelings hurt cuz you called him old man:(
“W-wait!—toji!—Was jus’ jokin’—ngh” you cried out, hands gripping onto his biceps, the muscle flexing underneath your fingertips every time he’d rut his mean hips.
“yeah? thought i was an old man huh? Poor baby, what happened?” he scoffed, his breath fanning your tear stuck face as he pressed his body down, your legs pushing back more into your spit sweat crested chest.
“N-no—fuck—was—kidding!” you whined, brows pinched together at the sheer size of his cock, drilling into your gummy walls, each and every rut of his chubby cock hitting your sweet spot.
“nah, earlier, it was “keep up, old man” s’what happened?” he mocked, his words bullying you to the edge.
“m’sorry ji!” your words fell on deaf ears as he grabbed your neck, pulling you down onto his cock harder, his mouth connecting to your tits, the feeling of him splitting you open was filthy, his fat cock hitting all the right places at the same time.
a wanton moan leaves you, your head tilted back against the sheets, you babbled on and on about how sorry you were, the apologies only making the man pounding into you—go faster.
he was breathless, his arms shaking from holding himself up—his chest was red—flushed with anger, the way your cunt squeezed his cock so good had him forgetting who he was.
he shifted his weight, sitting back on his knees as he rests his hands on his ankles, his eyes darting to where the two of you connected, watching the way your slick cunt swallows him, inch by inch, the way you wrapped around him so fuckin’ good had his knees shaking.
“god, s’good—best—fuckin’—ngh” his head lulled back, eyes rolling as you fucked yourself back onto his cock, the fat of your thighs, rippling against his lower abdomen. “Pussy—I ever had baby”
you sob, hands finding purchase on his meaty thighs, clawing crescent shaped bruises into them. he grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your chest, your thighs are trembling, aching even, trying to keep up with him.
“s’sorry—p-pleasee—hah” you keened, hand snaking down to rub small circles on your puffy clit, you clench around him, holding him there, so tightly, he moans at that, slapping your tit, the sheer grip of your cunt had his movements faltering.
“f-fuck—gonna make me cum—god” he growled, stomach tightening before he’s shoving his head in between your neck, holding you tightly, arms wrapping around your body—he squeezesss, a small whimper escaping him before he’s letting out a guttural moan.
“y-yes—sucha’—good—fuckin’—pussy” he keened, shooting ropes of warm sticky cum into your clenching cunt, you cried out, the feeling of him filling you had your back arching, legs seizing as your stomach tightened, he pushed you over the edge with one final thrust, you screamed out, hand still rubbing circles on your pretty clit, faster now.
you heaved, body gon slack as his spent body laid flat on top of yours, his cock still inside you, sitting in the pool of slick between the two of you.
“maybe I should call you an old man more often” you sighed, softly rubbing his back.
“mmm, try it and see what happens” he grumbled against your shoulder.
safe to say you guys had a verrrrryyy long and hard night.
