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Or alternatively, Tanigaki wearing that attus he got from Asirpa's family while he was recovering from his leg injuries 🖤

The argument had been stupid, something small that snowballed in the car on the way home. You were still fuming in the passenger seat, arms crossed, when he finally sighed and pulled into an empty parking lot behind an abandoned store.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You looked at him for a long second, still irritated, then unbuckled your seatbelt. “Then prove it.”

Before he could respond, you shoved the seat back as far as it would go, hiked your skirt up, and slid your panties down your legs. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward your already wet pussy.

“Eat it,” you ordered, spreading your thighs. “Right here. Make it up to me.”

He didn’t hesitate. He leaned over the console, broad shoulders wedged between your legs, and buried his face in your cunt like a man starved. His tongue dragged hot and heavy through your folds, licking up every drop before latching onto your clit and sucking.

You moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked against his mouth. “That’s it… Apologize like you mean it.”

He groaned into your pussy, the sound vibrating against your clit as he ate you out messily; tongue fucking into you, lips sucking, nose bumping your clit with every eager movement. The windows started to fog up while he devoured you, completely focused on making you feel good.

You came hard on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head, moaning his name as pleasure pulled through you. Even after you finished, he kept licking softly, cleaning you up like he was apologizing with every stroke.

When he finally pulled back, lips shiny and breathing hard, he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Am I forgiven?” he asked, voice rough.

You smirked, still catching your breath.

“Not yet,” you said, pulling him back down. “Keep kissing it better.”