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[deathanniversary]

satoru has been away from home for months. and all he misses and craves for is his girlfriend’s comfort. and your sweet little pussy wrapped around the tip of his dick. he knew how needy he would sound calling you at three or two in the morning, but fuck, he needed to hear your reassuring soft voice from the other line just to calm him down

he’s actually going fucking insane. all of the pictures he has of you stored and kept in a small baggie to admire your beauty they’ve… well, let’s just say they aren’t damp and soaked with water. can you really blame the guy? with all this nonsense going on and dealing with curses left and right with nonstop. he’s too busy thinking of your sweet ass pussy on his dick ‘n you moaning his name throughout the whole night and getting complaints from the neighbors bright early in the morning — as soon as the sun comes up. well — they do it at a reasonable time. their kinda-really-not that much of dickheads. but satoru could never keep you quiet. your moans are too adorable to be silenced.

but that shit just wasn’t enough to calm him down. nope. all of the pent-up frustration and release he’s kept in his pants for the last couple of days hasn’t done shit. only you can help him cum. it’s a statement, a fact— all of the above.

the adrenaline rush of preventing from bucking his hips and releasing all his stress in his jeans was pretty relaxing, but it’s not the same having your tight pussy on his dick. the difference is huge.

“mm— thrust —baby— thrust— fuck.. y’there?” he lets out a pathetic whine, one hand holding the phone lazily while he.. jerks himself with the other. yeah. “needa— thrust — see yer body— ffuck…” his camera is on, and a load of cum leaks onto his phone screen where is dick is all pressed up against the camera. the only thing you see when you look at the screen is pink fleshy skin. “It’s been so long— thrust needa see you s’bad..”