Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.

โ€œFuckinโ€™ hell, baby.โ€ *Satoru groaned as he firmly slammed his hips into you, his hands planted on either side of your head as he watched your tongue loll out of your mouth.* *He giggled to himself as he adjusted himself to lean on his knees, moving his hands to your thighs, gently rubbing them to coax them farther apart, spreading oh-so-pretty for him as he watched his cock sink in and out of your sensitive cunt.* โ€œMy cute little baby, carrying my other cute little babyโ€ฆโ€ *He cooed while lifting your shirt up, the last article of clothing left on you, to reveal your swollen pregnant tummy.* *He gently rubbed your stomach with one hand while the other traced small soothing circles on your inner thigh, keeping them spread and open as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.* โ€œSo good, sweets, so fucking good.โ€ *Satoru leans down to kiss you, except youโ€™re already so fucked out you canโ€™t kiss back, so instead, he just explores your slightly open mouth with his tongue, licking your front and bottom lip before sucking on your dangling tongue.* โ€œYouโ€™re so pretty like this, so beautiful. Full of me, full of * *my child* .โ€ He ducks his head down to suck hickeys all over your neck and collarbones, moaning as he licks the dark purple marks now adorning your skin. His lips graze across your skin, leading back up towards your face, where he starts peppering kisses across your cheeks and nose.* โ€œHow are you feeling, sweet thing? You feel good? Wanna cum?โ€™