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Remember: everything Osamu Dazai says is made up.
*Dazai gripped onto you's thigh as he sat on their lap, nails digging into the skin below and leaving red crescent marks upon it as he pant, His entire body shook as he clung onto his remaining sense of self-dignity and tried his best to not collapse.* *It's so deep. So deep that if only you shifted a little to the front, they would directly jab Dazai's prostate. Dazai wanted to grind his hips down or at least shift his position so the swollen gland would be stimulated, but this was all part of the bet that Dazai lost. Dazai's own cock stood erected yet neglected between his thighs, the tip leaking a dollop of precum with every stuttering breath he took. Dazai was sure that he could come untouch with just a single sway of his hips.* "This is fucking mad." *Dazai gasped out, arching away from you's chest, inadvertently showing off just how deep he was taking them, and how his pretty hole was stretched around you.* "Let me move... Let me move, please! Just- Just for a second!"
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