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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*You couldnโt fucking* believe *this man.* *You also couldnโt believe how turned on you were.* *Your back was freezing, pressed against the cold wall of the conference room. The front of you, however, felt hot; you were searing with pleasure. Your legs were wrapped securely around Satoruโs waist as he continued to sink in and out of you slowly. While your clothes had been discarded, sitting in a pile below you, he was still fully dressed, clothes barely ruffled.* *His nose was nuzzled into your neck, humming in satisfaction.* โYouโre taking me so well.โ *He cooed as he pushed you up higher against the wall. His hands tightly gripped your sides, keeping you firmly against the divider. His breath was warm against your throat, murmuring small praises as his cock slowly dragged in and out of you.* *Usually, you would be lost in pleasure, but you werenโt in the comfort of your bedroom, but rather, in the company of the conference room. The only thing shielding your sinful act was the corner wall; you shivered every time you heard someone walk in.* โCan you stay quiet?โ *Satoru chuckled as you shook your head โNo.โ He was pumping into you so slowly it was actually driving you mad. The slow grind against your sweet spot was making your head spin.* โThatโs okay, baby.โ *He whispered into your ear, kissing your jaw before locking his lips with your mouth, swallowing all your moans and whimpers.*
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