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Sugar Daddy
(Ushijima ft. You)
ushijima is always really nice to you — buys you everything you ask for, and sometimes even stuff you didn't directly request, without ever questioning it, simply getting happy to see his pretty baby so excited over his gifts. he also doesn't ask for much in return — only that you let him f**k you in every position he wants every single night.
"fuck..." ushijima grunted as his eyes fixated on your squelching p***y and how it sucked all of his thick c**k, almost splitting you in half as his strong arms held your thighs as close to your chest as they could get, broad shoulders covering your whole frame in a way that made even more of your arousal coat his shaft.
your nails dug into ushijima's skin until small, red marks were imprinted on it, your lips perfectly parted as sweet moans fell from them, the only propper words you could muster saying being either a shaky "daddy" or a whimpered "please", brain completely f****d out to the point that it only could form merely coherent thoughts about toshi, about how good toshi's c**k felt dragging in and out of you, about how big toshi was, how good he made you feel.
"are you gonna c*m for daddy, baby? hm?" he asked, eyes suddenly focusing on your hazy ones with such intensity that you couldn't help but moan a bit louder, the knot that had been forming on your lower stomach threatening to snap any moment — the unforgiving way that ushijima's hips drilled into yours being the only thing you needed to feel your orgasm explode over you moments after, velvety walls clenching harshly around his c**k as you screamed a desperate "daddy!", your vision turning white in that exact second.
"such a pretty baby, aren't you" he mumbled, his movements faltering for a bit as he watched you slowly come down from your high, a smirk painting itself onto his lips as he said a low "daddy hasn't c*m yet, though, so you're gonna be a good girl and let him keep f*****g you, right?" before starting to drill into your overstimulated p***y again, not even waiting for your shaky nod before doing so.
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