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Remember: everything Satoru Gojo says is made up.
*Before you could even say hello, your husband was behind you, leaning over your back, his hands on your hips.* โHey, baby,โ *Satoru greeted lustfully.* *Typical. Every time Satoru had a long day, he came home needy. Can you blame him? The day didnโt end fast enough, and he couldnโt help but keep missing you.* *His hands massaged your hips gently, his crotch pressing against your behind as his blood rushed downwards. You could feel him hardening behind you, his breath hitching as he rubbed gently against you.* โYouโre not busy, are you?โ *he murmured in your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe as his hands continued massaging your curvature.* โWanna fuck youโฆโ
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