Satoru doesn't fit inside you after a week !!
β ah, ouch β you squirm underneath him, the pressure between your thighs building into pain as he slowly but not so pushes the tip in.
β fuck you're tight today, i've only been gone a week β he settles, giving you some time to adjust before moving again. β atleast I know you haven't been with someone else β he teases, a quiet laugh escaping him.
You let go of a whine as he pushes in a little more, β seriously Satoru, it's too big β
And him being him, he'd obviously take that as a complimentβthough the last thing you needed was to feed his ego.
β it's not, β
β then why does it hurt so bad? β you moan, nails digging into the flesh of his back.
He sighs, β stop whining love, it fit you just right before I left β he pushes in just slightly more and you cry out his name.
β you're sure you don't want to watch a movie or bake something instead? β you plea, but he quickly shakes his headββ of course not, i've been waiting for this all week β
You arch your back, fingers tangling in his hair as he finally, finally, pushes all the way in, leaving a series of kisses to your forehead. β you're doing so good baby, I told you it would fit β he kisses you again, this time right beneath your collarbone, close to the faint marks he left the night before leaving about a week ago.
He continues to press kisses all over your body as he thrusts into your dripping wet pussy, making sure to praise you every single time you make a sound.
β fuck baby, I love you so much, especially that mouth of yours β
