akina , got it .
toji .
( out of his back pocket is a flask , a quick swig before offering it towards her . )
i can tell you aren't a sorcerer . though that blade ... has me curious .
akina. its as much a name as you can get.
โช another drag. haah... how much has she become addicted to this.. the more it burns away, she puts it out. โซ
yours?
* taking it from her hand , bringing it to his lips . he followed suit , a long drag as the smoke filled his lungs . then exhaling it from his nostrils .
you are right on that . you got a name ?
* passing it back towards her .
โช taking out one from the box she has on her person, lighting it. taking a long drag before giving it to the other. โซ
looks can be deceiving. i do smoke.
hand wrapping around that red hair , using it as a makeshift leash as she plowed those ass cheeks .
each thrust harder than the last , toji struck that ass harshly .
smack . smack . smack .
leaving behind a bruise on the mage's ass .
๐ชt the rate heโs going? she wouldnโt be able to count.
she moaned, her ass cheeks rippling and tits bouncing with every thrust.
it sounded like it hurt, but she was very durable, able to take whatever he dished. daddy never had to โบ