[ If Toji had 100 yen for every time some girl said that to him, I want you, maybe he could stop gambling. It's not him they want, he's aware— it's his physique and his dick. He knows his personality lacks any redeeming traits other than the sly charm he has just to be with a woman for a night. He'll leave them, go to another. That's how it is, that's how it always will be. That was the plan he had in life. The small fragment in his memories that he keeps trying to forget is when he was stable; that happiness he never knew he could possibly feel when he was with her. It changed him. Before he was widowed, he had become something else other than a monster that assassinated people. That's all he figured he would measure up to be because that's all he knew how to do. Since Toji has heard this plenty of times, any melancholy thoughts leave. After all, it's not like he really knows how to be sad anymore either.
Toji dips down, lips just a breath away from hers as he holds her wrists tightly. Slowly, but surely, Ishmael will feel herself filling up with the girth of his cock, sticking himself in and allowing himself to sink into her until her flesh touches the base of his member. ]
Say please. ♡
[ This is it. This is all she has to do for him to fuck her relentlessly. ]
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Toji dips down, lips just a breath away from hers as he holds her wrists tightly. Slowly, but surely, Ishmael will feel herself filling up with the girth of his cock, sticking himself in and allowing himself to sink into her until her flesh touches the base of his member. ]
Say please. ♡
[ This is it. This is all she has to do for him to fuck her relentlessly. ]