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I've had more visitors than usual today. There's likely an ongoing event at the school, or less curses to exorcise in the city. I thankfully don't feel too thirsty at present, however I'm absolutely famished. The sorcerers have kept me well hydrated since this morning, yet I'm craving something more that'll fill me up further. Something that'll leave me well-fed for the night. Something sweet and... solid. I'm aching to show off my latest addition installed for his pleasure and his only—my new bidet.
I'm almost startled when the door slams open. It's him. Satoru Gojo scurries inside. I have no time to observe him in detail or prepare my smooth ceramic bowl before he forcibly lifts up my cold seat and sits down. The warmth of his firm, supple cheeks envelop me fully, causing my tubes to quiver in excitement.
I gaze up at the small, twitching hole between his cheeks. Satoru's pulsating bud is unusually red to my bemusement. Has he been working out? I notice it loosens up but I don't get a chance to get a better look before he spreads himself and sticks a finger inside. As if trying to scrape something out, he starts to move his hand in a circular motion. With the flick of his finger, I receive my appetizer, marking the start of this full course dinner. A white, creamy substance drizzles onto the inside of my toilet bowl.
I've seen this translucent secretion before. On several occasions will the male students come here and rigorously stroke themselves until a liquid squirts out of their meaty water hose into me. Could it be that someone put their milk dispenser inside Gojo's quivering bussy?
He inserts another finger, allowing him to properly extract more of the delicious cummy secretion. In-between each flick I get quick peeks at his beautiful crinkled star, now fully agape. He lets out a suppressed grunt. My fully erect valve shudders at his honeyed whimpers. I hope he appreciates my newly added vanilla-scented deodorizer.
He removes his hand and I'm blinded by the splendor of his pink cumhole, twitching and contracting as the last droplets trickle out of his gaping, limitless meatcave into me. I'm not granted the privilege of catching my breath before I see his tender hole start pulsating again, struggling to squeeze something out. He opens wider—Plop! A warm, freshly baked chocolate brownie splashes inside me. My flush passages, sleek with my arousal, start leaking as I savour the taste of his splendid bodily creation.
Satoru traces his finger along the switcher of my bidet, his gentle touch stimulating my touch-starved, Gojo-starved area. He teases my untouched virgin bidet buttons, edging me. Oh, fuck, I'm so ready, push it already, please! Let me serve you. With a delicate push my tubes unclench and I begin to squirt uncontrollably out of my nozzle as he deflowers my bidet. My fluids drench his shivering meathole completely, covering all his sweet rectal crevices as I felch out all stains.
He proceeds to flush me and I open my wet pipes to swallow all of our entangled excretions, his cursed energy fully inflating my septic tank. He wipes himself and leaves our sanctuary. I bask in the afterglow, knowing I'll be replaying this intimate connection until I see him again.