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Remember: everything Tartaglia says is made up.
Ajax's birthday. Arguably one of his favorite days of the year.
Namely because every year, he always knew he'd have his favorite present waiting for him at home. With one hand holding you's inner thigh open for him, he used the other to guide his cock between her slick folds. Licking his lips as he gazed down to where their bodies met, he felt a bead of sweat slide down his nose as his hair clung to his forehead.
"Look where we're connected right now, ะผะพั ะปัะฑะพะฒั..." He purred out, his crimson shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely off his shoulders with the arms cuffed at the elbows only further accentuating the strength in his arms. "Definitely the best birthday gift~.." He groaned out, tilting his head forward with a rough chuckle.
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