"kill em with kindness" wrong one billion draculas 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛
🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛ 🐈⬛
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satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶
gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.
satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cared so much about your incessant little opinions, you’d be called dumb.
your soppy cunt prods against his protected tip, urging your body lower to sheath his fat girth inside, but to no avail.
“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”
“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.
but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.
“please— let me—“
“no.”
he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”
“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”
he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.
“satoru—“
his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.
you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.
gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”
he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, leaving you to mindlessly grind on his cock alone. your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.
but—
“did i say you could do that ?”
your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.
“b-but, you were also grindin—“
“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.
“not good. what to do with you ?”
he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.
and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.
“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”
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