you could blame the wine, or your active imagination. the same thing that you help built was now alive, the carrot that you stuck deep into the snow now being used as pleasure. “fuckkkk” you cried, laying on your elbows and fucking youself back on it! snowman!gojo was enjoy how deep his nose went your sopping cunt. his eyes were watching your juices drip, his mouth permanently smiling. he could curse from not being giving a tounge to taste the sweetness that was coming from you.

“you’re close” you heard the snowman mumble from behind you, your feet now covered in the water from his puddle. your eyes squeezing tightly as you clenched around the round long carrot. “y-yes! yes, m’thereee” you praised the loud that you had a empty house. empty to moan as loud as you need, or even fuck a snowman. you circled your hips around gojo’s nose, heavy breaths coming from you. you couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was talking. icey cool breath blowing on your hot cunt with every word he said.