Abi's digital garden

community: hey this bit seems to be kind of weirdly racist

Cosplaying as a mime was the little gimmick Satoru decided on the day he made an nsfw Twitter account.

The man was well versed in the pleasures of the human body, and that included his own. He wasn't shy when it came to experimenting or pushing his limits either, which was why he chose to film and monetising his content to fuel his raunchy lifestyle.

Sex dolls with hypersized breasts, silk ties that dug into his wrists, and even as going as far as to purchasing sounding rods that dug into the deepest parts of him no one would ever dream of hitting...

And Satoru did it all with a painted, blissed-out white face, throat working in front of the camera to conceal his slutty noises in with lewd hands signing gestures that'd make a nun blush.

Each and every one of his posts was tucked neatly into your likes. Post notifications were on, and it was safe to say that you were hooked on everything the white-haired male had to offer.

So when Satoru posted a little giveaway to spoil one of his followers after hitting a notable milestone, you best believe that you were first to enter, hands shaky as you put in your details in the comments without an ounce of shame.

It was a total stroke of luck that you won, the notification standing out amongst the few that you had. Maybe the stars had aligned just right for you at that moment. Or maybe some God out there had heard your frantic prayers. You could dwell on it later, however, because the prize involved spending one night at his place. And you found that your mind was set on one thing alone.

What must you do to make the Satoru Gojo, the beloved slutty mime of Twitter, break character?

.

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Handjobs, apparently.

You had tried every other job you could think of — titjobs, thighjobs, even an assjob. The painted white face that had made you burst out into laughter when Satoru had opened the door had done nothing more than scrunch in pleasure as you focused your undivided attention onto him, not a single sound to be made.

"You're bigger in person. Thicker, too," you hummed in an attempt to get him to laugh, leaky cock snug between your bouncing breasts. Your words were met with a jerking sensation, reddened tip nudging along the underside of your chin until it glistened with a thin smear of precum.

What an ego boost, Satoru thought to himself through a smug grin. But he didn't speak, not a single word. Not even a moan or a breathy little whimper you knew he had in him.

You were right, too, because when you finally shuffled around and situated yourself against his back, the mime flinched.

Gasped.

Your thighs parted and dug into the mattress on either side of his hips, the dulling ache in your pussy quickly forgotten as your mission to make Satoru break came back to the forefront of your mind.

How heavenly your tits felt, pressing up against the sharp angles of Satoru's shoulder blades. How obscene the sensation was of your tongue tracing wet paths on the shell of his warm ear. But it was nothing compared the warmth of your palm engulfing his fattened length — fingers unable to meet due to the girth he carried.

The mime was sure his teeth had left deep indents into the tender, pink flesh of his lips seeing as though he kept biting down to withhold any noises. Even his hips had stopped rolling upwards so that sudden pleasure didn't take him by surprise and ruin his carefully crafted act.

"Still not going to talk, 'toru?" You crooned, smug when you saw, felt that the nickname had the desired effect you wanted it to have. The man tensed, the muscles of his back flexing against your front. "Nobody's going to hear you, you know. It's only me and you..."

He shook his head adamantly, hair tickling your nose as you audibly pumped away. You didn't need lube or spit or anything, feeling the way Satoru was dripping precum all over your palm. Being in a position as sexually humiliating as this was really getting to the mime, his tense thighs having spread until the moisture now trickled all the way down to his very full balls.

Shoving yourself further against him, pert nipples teasing each ridge of muscle, you rubbed the centre of your palm in a quick motion over his weeping cock head. At that, Satoru felt a pitched whine bubbling in his throat. It took everything in him to swallow it down, the pink hue on his cheeks deepening at the sheer restraint he had to exert — until it hotly spread down his neck, all the way down to his chest.

"You're going to collapse on me at this rate. Just let it all out. It'll feel so much better once you cum all over my fingers like a good mime."

The first sound that left Satoru was nothing short of broken, a chorus of garbled groans leaving his throat like a broken record. Then came the curses.

"F-fuck you," he gasped, fucking your fist earnestly after planting his feet on the floor. The paint on his face was streaky now, running down the curve of his neck and lower still after beads of sweat had left it patchy and ruined. "Gonna cum, 'm gonna blow a load all over—"

You squeezed, prodding at one prominent, throbbing vein with a singular fingertip. All of a sudden, Satoru couldn't shut up, lips loose as you continued to jerk him off through his untimely orgasm.

"Yesyesyes— oooh, that's...like that. Like that. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming—!"

Satoru wasn't kidding, your eyes wide and body thrumming with arousal as rope after rope of glossy, potent cum spurted out of him.

However, the sound of his voice was what had the squelching pace of your hand faltering. It was as if the very Heavens above had parted the clouds, allowing a choir of angels to sing as Satoru climaxed. You felt enlightened, pupils dilating as time seemed to slow down.

And then an unceremoniously wet slap of cock against balls seemed to bring you back into the present.

Satoru grimaced, his ample chest heaving as he tried to recover from that mind-shattering orgasm after you freed his flaccid length from your grip. With a hoarse voice, he turned around to look at you, hearts in bleary his eyes.

"S-say... you think we could do that again? Maybe with your pussy around me this time?"