I just put Satoshi down, he was being fussy. I'll be there in a moment. Maybe we should skip going out and just spend the evening making our own party.
[ what follows is a brief video, taken from the second bathroom down the hall, showing off his Halloween costume— himeko's dress— while he looks at the camera from beneath his lashes, whispering, "Please, Satoru, won't you give your hard cock?" he looks sultry, and he knows it, but he plays up the pout. ]
[ oh, fuck. fuck, why is his wife so goddamn sexy, is the question of the moment. satoru blinks at the video, but doesn't respond. no, in fact, he's putting his scream mask back on and charging down the hallway, dick tenting his boxers and all. just look at his damn tits, squeezed into that gorgeous dress.
[ the lack of a response and a sudden commotion mean satoru's on his way, so suguru doesn't even blink an eye when he bursts into the bathroom. ]
Are we going out, darling?
[ he doesn't wait for a response, just grabs the lipstick tube to finish applying his makeup. ] Or do you just want me to have the heels on while you fuck me?
[ satoru's taking him in, admiring and full of growing desire. suguru is perfect, tall and gorgeous and thick in all the right places, muscles and broad shoulders and all.
and then he's in a beautiful white dress like he's poured into it, doing his makeup so prettily that satoru can't help but want him all the more. hell, look at those biceps.
he's coming up behind him with a lecherous grin, leaning his head on suguru's shoulder as his hand comes to possessively rest on the flat of his abs. ]
That depends. You wearing panties underneath the dress?
[ the question makes him laugh, capping the lipstick and dropping it back to the vanity. ] What do you think, Satoru? Am I so shameless to go around without panties on?
[ he isn't wearing anything beneath the dress, but he'll let satoru find that out for himself. he places a tender hand on satoru's as he studies his husband in the mirror. while he can't see all of him, he can feel the lean, lanky body pressing against his, the dick snug against his ass. and that stupid scream face mask, of course, but he can forgive it.
part of him wants to stay in; no one else would get the chance to look at satoru, and he knows where this will end: with satoru's cock in him. ]
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halloween
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gonna get real creative this yr
wanna see
mayb we can go somewhere
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I would like to see it, in that case.
Why don't we go to Shibuya? Find a party, I'm sure we could get in somewhere.
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lemme show u
[ behold the sexiest shirtless, buff and scarred-gorgeous pic of him with just the scream mask on
and this is a father of two tbh
are you sure you wanna let satoru out wearing just that
(yes they're adults now) ]
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You're very sexy.
Sure you won't get cold?
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are the kids asleep baby?
anyway i got something else to show u, thinking of u made me horny and now there's a big fat cock in my pants
bc of u
[ and he sends... THAT pic. from their bathroom ]
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I just put Satoshi down, he was being fussy. I'll be there in a moment.
Maybe we should skip going out and just spend the evening making our own party.
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did that make u horny too
what r u wearing babe show me
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Okay.
[ what follows is a brief video, taken from the second bathroom down the hall, showing off his Halloween costume— himeko's dress— while he looks at the camera from beneath his lashes, whispering, "Please, Satoru, won't you give your hard cock?" he looks sultry, and he knows it, but he plays up the pout. ]
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he's bursting into the second bathroom. ]
Princess! I'm coming for ya -- put your heels on.
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Are we going out, darling?
[ he doesn't wait for a response, just grabs the lipstick tube to finish applying his makeup. ] Or do you just want me to have the heels on while you fuck me?
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[ satoru's taking him in, admiring and full of growing desire. suguru is perfect, tall and gorgeous and thick in all the right places, muscles and broad shoulders and all.
and then he's in a beautiful white dress like he's poured into it, doing his makeup so prettily that satoru can't help but want him all the more. hell, look at those biceps.
he's coming up behind him with a lecherous grin, leaning his head on suguru's shoulder as his hand comes to possessively rest on the flat of his abs. ]
That depends. You wearing panties underneath the dress?
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[ he isn't wearing anything beneath the dress, but he'll let satoru find that out for himself. he places a tender hand on satoru's as he studies his husband in the mirror. while he can't see all of him, he can feel the lean, lanky body pressing against his, the dick snug against his ass. and that stupid scream face mask, of course, but he can forgive it.
part of him wants to stay in; no one else would get the chance to look at satoru, and he knows where this will end: with satoru's cock in him. ]