Kazan takes impulse and perks up, cock wobbles in the air before him — all his body does, really; Ghostface struck gold with his favorite.
❝ I would prefer if you do not speak to me at all, so we can get this over with. ❞
❝ Do not try to decieve me. You thread not in my path, and only seek to relish yourself at the Yamaoka estate. ❞
He growls. Perhaps if Ghostie here would crash more often at gramps' realm to talk, and not only when his morning wood pains his loins.
( cont. )
“ Oh? Would you prefer a video or perhaps a guest who crashes at your temple all the time? ”
Ghostie here had no shame, wandering down the halls with only his hoodie, harness, and gloves on.
His dick was practically smacking against his thighs with each step he took. —
The only place in the shrine who suffered not his wrath; Not even the idols were safe of his brutal smashing when his ire consumed him.
Kazan was well endowed, cock springing upwards from the waters effortlessly.
❝ You type too much over this... 'phone'. I do not like. ❞
The Yamaoka shrine was his to vulgarize to his own deeds — he had earned the name — it is only fair to do so after defeating countless of so called righteous samurais. Scum.
And there he was, soaking wet in the small pool of clean waters.
( cont. )
📲𝘛𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨...
💬 ❝ I know it is you who messaged me. You are the only one I gave my number to. ❞
💬 ❝ Leave your footwear by the entrance before stepping into the shrine. Or else. ❞
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