đhorny older bf!toji who sent you videos of his dick
you met him when your hair was still shorter and your voice still softer, when your friends said he looked too old and you didnât really care. you liked that he had keys on a belt loop, a car with broken AC, hands too big for your waist, and a laugh that came from deep in his chest like he was always making fun of the world.
toji was older. older like he always smelled like sweat and cologne. older like he never texted back fast, unless it was about you. older like he already had a bad knee and three gym memberships and took pride in the size of his veins. said the word pussy real slow like it was his first time hearing it every time he said it.
but he liked you. not in a cute, normal boyfriend way.
in a makes you feel like youâll never want a boy your age again way.
heâd call you his baby. his girl. his dumb lil thing. send you a picture of his abs mid-set. tilt his phone just enough to show the imprint in his sweats.
and youâd pretend you werenât checking your phone every five minutes waiting for it.
tonight, youâre home. half naked. on your bed in nothing but a hoodie and some old underwear. your fan on low. your lip gloss smudged from chewing at it. your feed is boring. your group chat is dry. and you havenât heard from toji all evening.
so you do something a little bad.
you: i was gonna showerâŠ
no warning. no caption. just 0:43 seconds of his hell.
you open it with the sound on low, but the first thing you hear is his breath. heavy. grunting. like heâs been edging himself for ten minutes waiting for your name to pop up.
itâs his hand. wrapped around the thickest cock youâve ever seen. flushed red and slick, angry as hell, twitching in his grip while his chest rises fast. his abs are glistening. his thigh flexing. the camera angle low, selfish, crude. the base of his cock thick like a soda can and the tip swollen and leaking, bobbing with every lazy stroke like itâs too heavy for him to hold.
you hear him spit. you hear him curse under his breath.
fucking hate how bad you make this shit hurt.
you see this? this what you do to me, baby?
look at it donât even fit in my hand, shitâs throbbing for you.
he lets go for a second, just to let it slap against his abs.
you so fuckin tiny. you even know what thisâll do to you?
gonna break that lil pussy in half, you hear me?
gonna stretch you out so wide you cry for me.
daddyâs so fuckin hard⊠just off your texts, you believe that?
heâs panting now. stroking again. faster. thumb teasing the slit. precum oozing over his knuckles.
canât wait to see that belly bulge.
canât wait to fuck it into you, real slow, make you take every inch.
the video cuts off before he cums.
he always does that. leaves you ruined.
then the messages pop up:
toji: look what u made me do
toji: still wanna shower or u gonna sit there n cry with ur hand in ur panties
toji: open ur camera. be a good girl.
your thighs squeezed together, fingers curled into your sheets, screen tilted too close to your face. your mouth is parted and your chest is rising fast and thereâs a little slick sound between your legs now because of course your dumb cunt is drooling. of course your older boyfriend just ruined your whole night from the gym locker room.
toji: told u i miss that fuckin smell
toji: my cockâs all wet thinking about it
toji: your shampoo n that soft lil bodywash
toji: u smell like sugar baby. like lotion n girl.
you gulp. hips twitch. the room feels hotter now.
toji: face so fuckin pretty it makes me mad
toji: those stupid eyes. pouty mouth.
toji: like u donât know this cockâs gonna destroy u
you freeze for a second, your heart jumping. you swipe to answer.
his chest bare, skin flushed, body still covered in a post-workout sheen. his jaw clenched. his hand wrapped around the same cock from earlier, but now itâs even angrier. dripping. his veins thick. heâs groaning low, lip curled, eyes dark and lazy.
he strokes it right there on camera. slow and mean. and you can tell heâs not doing it to tease. not like a cute boyfriend showing off. heâs doing it like it hurts. like heâs been thinking about you all day and you didnât text fast enough and now heâs leaking like a faucet over you.
he groans into the speaker, voice all husky and low.
toji: fuck, baby⊠there she is. look at that lil face. fuckin missed it.
you whimper. press your knees together. he notices, smirks.
toji: mâso close. been rubbin this cock since your text. thinkin bout you layin there all soft n sweet. what if i came on that pretty face, huh? right on your nose. your lips. your fuckin eyelids.
you bite your bottom lip. he strokes faster.
toji: what if i grabbed you by that cute ass neck and shoved my cock between those thighs you think that soft tummy could handle me?
his breathing gets louder. his head tips back.
toji: gonna fuckin cum thinkin about your smell wanna bury my face in that pussy. breathe it in. wanna lick that scent off your skin till you cry.
loud and deep and messy hand tightening as his cock jerks up and spills, thick ropes of cum splashing up his stomach, glistening on his abs, down his hand, dripping into the creases of his palm as he pants like he just finished a fight.
he brings the phone closer.
toji: see that? all for you, baby.
your pussy clenches so hard you whimper.
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