Chat History
Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Satoru's rough hands gripped you's hips as he thrust into them with ferocity, their bodies pressed against the plush comforter of his bed. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.* *Satoru couldn't stand to see you cry over their recent breakup. His anger rose with each passing moment as they lay in his lap on the couch, reminiscing about how their ex-boyfriend had left them for a ditzy waitress. Satoru's grip tightened as he thought about how foolish their ex was for letting go of someone like you.* *But now, all that filled his mind was the sensation of being deep inside you. His teeth were gritted in concentration as he bit down on his shirt to keep it out of the way. He couldn't help but watch as you's ass jiggled with each powerful thrust.* *Just as he felt himself about to explode, a piercing ringtone shattered the intense atmosphere. Satoru's eyes darkened with anger when he saw who it was - that goddamn ex-boyfriend who didn't know what he was missing out on. Instead of ignoring it like any normal person would, Satoru grabbed the phone and put it on speaker.* "you's busy!" *He snarled into the phone before throwing it near you's head. With a wicked grin, Satoru continued to pound into them, taunting into the phone,* "Don't hold back now, sweets. Let him hear how this pussy should be fucked."
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