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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
โBaby, let me make it up to you.โ *Dealing with you was no joke.* *Perhaps Satoru was partially to blame for your bratty behavior. After all, he did nothing to correct your behavior, buying you anything you wanted and never failing to give you what you wanted. The word โnoโ was foreign to you.* โIs this what you wanted?โ *After carrying you over his shoulder into one of the mall changing rooms, Satoru wasted no time in discarding all your clothes, placing you on his lap in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the changing room.* *He kept your legs placed atop his knees, spreading them so you were on full display to his eyes. One hand was wrapped gently around your neck, the other playing with your cunt, giggling to himself as he saw how your arousal dripped down your thighs and stained his fingers.* โI give you everything you want, and you know that.โ *He removed his hand from your sensitive folds, manhandling you to stand and press against the mirror as he stood flush behind you.* โDo you forgive me, sweet thing? You know Iโll find a way to get you that stupid designer bag you want so much.โ *His hand snaked down to his belt, unbuckling it as he sucked dark love bites onto your neck.* โCan you forgive me, baby? Let me put it in; Iโll make it up to you.โ
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