Training Wheels | Gojo Satoru
pairings — gojo/reader | dadsfriend!lau | "__"= Y/N
word count: 5.1k
summary: you meet your dads high school friend who just moved into town with his wife, and end up helping him unpack a lot more than a few boxes for him.
warnings: spitting, car sex, cheating, infidelity, age gap!, facefucking!, and virgin!reader
authors note: yeaaa this is just nasty sorry in advance
© starkissedbaby 2025. do not repost, modify, or translate.
You walk into your home of twenty years, immediately entering the kitchen when laughter echoes from the dining area. Sitting on one side was your father and his wife, Nora, who were both wearing excited smiles. Then, sat across from them, were two of the most attractive people you've ever seen.
A woman with black bangs and a tiny face moved with elegance. And beside her, was a platinum haired man who wore midnight shades glasses. His jaw was far sharper than a knife, his complexion contrasting against the dark attire he favored. Forgetting about the keys dangling in your fingers, the sound of the medal clinging onto the counter captures every one's attention at the table.
"_ _!" Nora claps her hands, her chair screeching as she scoots it back and rushes over to you. For some reason, it unnerved you that you weren't able to see the man's eyes, and wondered if they were on you. "Come and meet your dad's oldest friends." She drags you to where everyone is seated, drinking coffee from what it looked like.
"Apparently they all met in high school and are now moving into town. How exciting is that?" She questions as your father chuckles, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
You situate yourself in the chair, focusing on not doing anything weird.
Don't be weird.
Just don't twitch or say anything morbid or offending.
"Nice to meet you." You offer a smile to them both, finding it strong to hold eye contact with someone who you weren't even sure was looking at you. As if your thoughts were visible and could be read, the mysterious man takes off his glasses, your face flushing and an electric current making your cheeks pink.
You've never seen that kind of blue before.
It was so clear and free, yet bitterly frozen. His thick lashes fluttered as he wore a feline smile.
"Hello, _ _. I'm Satoru," he then places a hand on his wife's which was laying on the table. The gesture made you lower your gaze. "—and this is my wife, Yuki."
You nod shyly towards both of them, wondering how it felt for a woman to be that flawless. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous, which was odd, because you had quite literally just met this man.
"_ _ is a little shy," your father teases before standing up. "Would anyone like more coffee? It's still hot on the stove." He looks at you. "How about you hun?"
"I can get it," you offer, but he shooed you with his hand.
"Ah, I'm already up." He rolls his eyes at his supposed friend, Satoru, who was smirking. "She just got finished school and is already trying to run around at home. What do we do with this girl?"
Yuki laugh was airy and elegant, Nora joining in as Satoru leans back in his seat, meeting your eyes. "Sounds like she's a good girl."
You almost choke on your water bottle you began to chug. What the hell did he just say?
Your father returns and hands you a cup of warm coffee before refilling everyone else's.
As your sipping from your mug, you catch the man's gaze again, another smirk playing on his lips as he sizes you up and down. Shifting in your seat, you blink at him, before looking away.
Did your father's friend just...check you out?
You look back at him, and notice he had looked away.
Maybe it was all in your head. But something awful in you wished it wasn't.
"This coffee is really needed," Yuki nods her head, wavy hair cascading down her shoulder hypnotizingly. "—Toru and I have so much unpacking to do, and I don't have the luxury of working from home. In fact, I already have a business trip next week to Quebec."
Your father shakes his head with a frown. "That sounds terrible...but I bet the money is worth it."
"I'm the highest paid executive at my company." She shrugs as if it was nothing. "But in return, I have to practically be on call if anything goes left."
"Yuks here is the best damn senior CEO that Equana has ever seen," Satoru brags about his wife, kissing her temple. "Unfortunately, I have to share her so they don't run around like headless chickens."
Nora chuckles, glancing at you. "Well _ _ is just almost with her physician assistant certification program, so it appears women just carry better work ethic." More chuckles are tossed around as she continues. "Tell them how you got top of your class."
They all look at you, awaiting for some glorious answer, but instead you just blink and wish a cigarette was in between your fingers at the moment.
"Well, you basically said it Nor." You stumbled. "I'm...the top of—my class."
He wasn't looking at you anymore, giving you a nice view of his jaw, looking at his nails. Apparently you weren’t entertaining enough for his amusement.
“I bet you’re just brilliant.” Yuki compliments with a tone that reminded you of a sweet spring breeze. She batted her long dark lashes that framed two emerald shaded hues. “Usually when you like the thing you learn it is somewhat easier to go through your classes, is it not?”
You muster up the nicest smile you could muster. “Right...exactly.”
“_ _, why don’t you help them unpack tomorrow?” Your father comes up with the idea, sitting up in his seat.
You gulp, smoothing down your skirt. “Well, I uh, have school—“
“It’s the weekend.” Nora twists her face.
“What a nice idea.” Yuki agrees with your father, then looks at you. “How do you feel about coming over for lunch tomorrow, _ _? I have a meeting until five, but you can come earlier and help Satoru organize and unpack all the boxes. We can even pay you, if you’d like.”
Satoru was now looking at you, along with everyone else. You felt small, as if the answer you wanted to say was going to cause complete and utter chaos. Damn your pushover tendencies.
“Sure…should be fine.” You give in, standing up and excusing yourself.
“See you tomorrow, _ _.” Satoru’s voice rings in the air as you scurry up the stairs.
After you jump off the bus, you light a cigarette as you walk through the neighborhood of where your dad’s best friend had recently moved into. You didn’t know what to expect, fiddling with the loose thread on your jean jacket, as you admire the beautiful heat of Arizona. You spotted a hill of bulldog ants in the corner, a nest in the trees that structured the roads, and packs of birds flying towards whatever was their destination.
By the time you finished your cigarette, a little light headed, you approach the decently built house that had a nice white picket fence and a bird fountain on the front lawn. Adjusting your sunglasses, you shifted in your feet, and knocked on the door.
It opened after about five seconds, revealing Satoru in a low neck black long sleeve and a pair of dark jeans, a golden chain shimmering around his neck.
“_ _.” When his eyes land on mine, he does a brief once-over before stepping aside. “Please come in.”
You thank him quietly and step inside, taking off your shades and playing with them in your hand.
He leans against the door, rolling up his sleeves. “You take the bus?”
You nod, not trusting your voice.
Satoru asses you momentarily before tilting his head. “You are quiet—aren’t you?”
You lick your chapped lips. The room was growing hotter every second his eyes shimmered down at you. His figure towered over yours, making you feel like one of those ants right at the moment.
“Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, tucking loose hair behind your ear. “I just think it’s odd we’re just meeting when my father’s never mentioned you.”
Satoru folds his arms. “Has he told you about Roru Toru?“
“Oh…yeah actually. Apparently he was some guy who got with almost every girl in their year and made them roar.” It sounded so silly and dumb, but it was ironic since their mascot in high school was a lion, so it was also quite fitting.
Satoru gives you a look, making your eyes widen. “You’re…”
“Yeah,” he smiles crookedly. “I’m Roru Toru.” Which made sense, since any girl would be a fool not to fall for those rocky waves that lurked beneath those crystal clear hues. “Your father got around too, so he shouldn’t really be talking.” He then muses.
God, looking at him felt like going on a rollercoaster. Nerve-wracking yet exhilarating.
“I’ll show you where the boxes are,” he proposes before swiftly spinning on his heel and walking down the hall. You follow behind him before you both enter a musty, heavy thick aired garage that reeked of mildew. There had been piles on piles of cardboard boxes with different labels, such as for the kitchen or the bedroom. Satoru places his hands on his hips and overlooks the view of messily arranged items. “For now, just focus on taking everything out of the living room boxes. Then work on the kitchen. Yuks should be home in two hours.”
You nod, and when he doesn’t say anything else, you look at him with furrowed brows.
Satoru was looking at your ass. And when he’s caught, he clears his throat, and turns around. “If you need me I’ll be upstairs setting up the bathroom.”
And then he vanished.
A few hours later, Satoru comes back in, and sees the process you’ve made. Most of the boxes had been emptied and out off to the side, and you even went as far as tidying everything up that was already unpacked. “It looks awesome in here, _ _.” He compliments before his smile fades slightly. “Yuki won’t be able to make it until later, so I figured maybe I could order something?”
You couldn’t imagine having dinner with him—alone. You felt your chest bloom at his invitation, even though he didn’t mean it in any sort of way. And you had to protect your feelings, and not grow any type of emotions for this man.
This married man.
“Sorry, but I actually have plans with my friend. Maybe next time though.” You give him a small smile, sliding your backpack onto your shoulders.
“Thanks though.”
Satoru smirks, hair fallling over his eyes. He looked like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. “I should be thanking you, kid. You sure you’re not hungry?”
You shake your head, walking past him. “Yeah, I’m good. See you tomorrow!” His shoulder brushes against yours, and electricity shakes your heart. Satoru looks down at you with an amused look as you hastily make your way to the door.
Connor, your best friend, drums his fingers against the steering wheel as you both sing in unison.
"But Heaven knows, I'm miserable now.
I was looking for a job and then I found a job."
And Heaven knows, I'm miserable no—turn right Con!"
The ginger haired boy sharply veers to the left, making you face palm yourself, as he turns down the music knowing you were about to scold him. "How can you still not turn your rights from your lefts?" You gasp out a laugh, the both of you sharing a good laugh as he makes a u-turn. You kick your feet back on the dashboard of Conner's uncles 1970's Porsche 911. He had gotten it repainted to your favorite color, which was a grape purple.
He messily parks in front of Satoru and Yuki's house. Thankfully, she had been in the driveway, gardening the lillies and tulips she had planted. "Damn," Connor basically gawks at her as he shifts the car into park. "She's like, hot as hell."
Snatching the cigarette from his mouth, you take a long hit and look at her with envy. She had on a black vest that pushed out her breasts and a tight black skirt. Looking down at your childish white high knee socks and your jean skirt, you huff and fix your shades before hopping out the car and walking to the drivers side and leaning on the window. "You think he's cute?" You ask, gesturing to Satoru, who was enjoying a cigarette of his own on the front lawn chair while reading a book.
Your friend shifts before shaking his head, jaw tightening. "I mean not for like—you but like—yeah he's nice—good looking I guess."
You gave him a smile before ruffling his hair and putting the cig back in his mouth. "Thanks for the ride nerd." You call out, hearing him honk his clown like rusted horn in response. The wind blows the hair out of your face as you wave at Yuki. "Afternoon."
"_ _," she puts down her pitcher and runs over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You fail to hug back, worried about smelling like burnt tobacco, as she then pulls back and offers you a smile that should've been framed. "How was class?"
You let out a small laugh, "I don't have school on weekends."
"Right," her eyes brighten. "Well then it probably wasn't so bad, huh?" Her brows raise as you both walk towards into the house.
You shake your head, "I hung out with my friend Connor for the most of it. He thinks you're pretty by the way." You watch as her cheeks turn pink.
"Well isn't he just a sweetheart." Her voice showed she had been flattered, Satoru shuffling down the stairs, vibrant eyes landing on yours. "Darling, look who's here."
You send him an awkward wave. But his expression didn't falter as he sends a curt nod. "_ _. Does your father know you ride in cars with boys?" He had the audacity to sound like he had been parenting you. "Who was the young man that dropped you off?"
"A friend," you say truthfully, brows drawing together. "Connor is literally just a friend. But no, my dad doesn't know."
His brow raises sharply, nose stuck in the air. "Is that so?"
"Toru," Yuki approached him, confused as well. "She isn't some teenager, hun. She's almost twenty years old. I'm sure her parents aren't strict on who gives her rides."
"Curt's very strict actually. Especially since he knows there are guys like me that exists." Satoru says in a clipped tone, looking at you with icy eyes. "From now on, I'll be picking you up whenever you come over." He announces before turning around and going back up the stairs. "I'll be setting up the curtains."
Yuki swallows thickly, looking guilty. "I apologize on his behalf, _ _. Let me go talk to him." She offers, but you shake your head.
"No, it's alright. Don't worry about it." You dismiss, even though his words did unnerve you. "Connor sucks at driving anyways. He'll probably kill us both one day."
Yuki widens her eyes. "Oh—well in that case, Toru will take you home." She laughs nervously before beginning to unpack, and you do the same.
After a few hours, the entire house had been completely finished when it came to unboxing everything. Yuki had made burgers, the dinner consisting of an extremely quiet Saturo and an overly compensating Yuki. When she walks us both to a black colored BMW, Satoru kisses his wife in the cheek before climbing into the drivers side.
Once you shut the door, he twists on the engine and waves at his wife. You do the same before looking down at your bare legs, the cool leather of the car shining the bottom of your thighs.
Satoru began driving, a furrow in his brow as he glances at you. "I'm sorry...about earlier, kid. I'm not sure why I got so angry." He scratches his head.
It was kind of adorable how vulnerable he had seemed, leading you to smile. "It's no worries," you roll down the window, the breeze kissing your cheeks. You didn't catch Satoru admiring you as you continue. "Connor is one of my oldest friends. We like, showered together when we were kids. Plus—he has a girlfriend so."
"Being with someone doesn't stop people from doing what they want." Satoru clarifies as he ground his jaw, turning a corner.
"Just be careful is all I'm saying."
"I will." You hum, looking over at him. He eyes you then smirks.
"What?" His eyes glint.
"I hope one day I find someone that looks at me the way you look at Yuki," you finally admit, suddenly feeling anxious as his eyes intently burn onto you. "It's hard for me to believe that anyone would really genuinely like me for me. I've never even had a boyfriend." A deflated laugh escapes as you face palm yourself. "Aaaand I just emotionally dumped my feelings on you."
Word vomit, ladies and gentleman.
Satoru doesn't chuckle. It was odd—he hadn't been behaving as his usual laid back yet slightly goofy self. Tonight he was much more serious and ...ominous.
And then he frowns deeply, meeting your confused gaze one again. "Why wouldn't anyone like you _ _?"
He wore a priceless expression, one outlined with genuiness. It was as if he couldn't fathom someone not catching feelings for you.
You were as red as a tomato by now, stumbling on your words. The sound of the engine stuttering captures both of your attention, which was freakin great, since he had been on a toll road.
Where there was no reception.
"Shit." Satoru curses, slumping in his seat as the wheels roll to a complete stop. “I think the engine died.” He looks heavenward, probably hating life at the moment.
You blink, “But—that means—“
“We have to wait until someone drives by.” Satoru confirms what you were about to say with a clipped tone.
Fishing into your bag, you hold up the box of cigarettes. “Wanna share one?”
Satoru raises a brow, eyes flickering from the box to you.
His mouth then slowly curves into a smile.
"Is there a reason you have such low-confidence?" Satoru asks as he exhales smoke through his lips and nose, unsure if it was the glorious sight or the cigarette that made you lightheaded. You watch as he shoves his hands into his pockets, both of you leaning against the car.
He hands it to you, "Thanks." You murmur before shrugging, looking at the starry night sky. "And as for that—well...I used to stutter when I was a kid. My mom wasn't the nicest person and—it just wasn't good. But I'm better now." It was the only words you were able to get out without growing too emotional.
Satoru presses his lips together as your throat burns from another hit.
"This Collin kid..he helps?"
You nod. "Oh, totally. He's like my other half, in the sense of a friendly soulmate type of thing." You earn a him from him before he nods.
"And your stutter," Saturo pierced his eyes into yours. "Did anyone make fun of it? Is that why you're insecure?"
Sheepishly, you nod once again, leading him to inhale sharply.
"I'm sorry about that, kid."
Your firsts curl at your sides. "Please don't call me that." You were both surprised. "I just—don't want to be a kid—to like...you."
His cerulean eyes shimmer with a hidden emotion, figure straightening as he lets the burnt bud fall to the ground.
"What would you like me call you then, _ _?" He purs, and you heard the seductiveness in his tone. You're sure he hears your breath hitch, because the corners of his lips twitch upwards. "_ _. Can you look at me for me?"
Slowly, your vision pans up his tall figure, until you meet his gaze. "There we go," he praises, giving you a once-over before flashing his pearly whites. "Such a good girl f'me."
He called you that again.
Beneath the lamppost, his eyes stood out even more due to the contrast of the dark shadows casting on his sharp features. He looked delectable, his pretty pink bottom lip getting caught between the chambers of his upper teeth. Satoru takes another step towards you, as if he had been a predator approaching his prey, watching you wearily as you fluttered your lashes at him.
And then he's only a few feet away from you.
You look up at his hooded eyes, which were dilated. "Satoru—what are you doing?"
He clicks his teeth and lets out a heavy sigh.
"You shouldn't be wearing that skirt, _ _. It's far too small for a girl as curvy as you." His teeth then grits. "Because now, I'm not sure I can control myself, when no one is around to stop me." Shock freezes your blood as he his eyes trail up and down your body, as if he was trying to memorize every corner. "I love my wife, I really do, but I can't fucking control myself when I'm around you."
"Then don't," you stupidly breathe out, every sensible part of you being pushed away. "I won't stop you. Do...what you want to me, Satoru."
His shuts his eyes, probably attempting to think logically, but it was no use. Because one second he's cursing, and then the next he's grabbing the back of your head and smashing his lips against yours. You couldn't believe what was happening, your lips staying still, as his hot minty breath fans your features. "Kiss me back, dammit." He growls against you, the vibrations making you almost moan.
And then you do, fluttering your eyes shut and letting him consume every part of your mouth.
His warm tongue caresses yours as his strong hands land on each side of your ass. "Jump," he commands gruffly, and you obey, him pinning you against the car as you straddle Satoru's lean waist. A man much older than you, kissing, sucking, and licking all over the sensitive flesh of your neck, hearing him groan in your ears, it was overwhelming.
It was too much.
When Satoru pulls away, eyes sheened with lust, he looks down at you without a thought in those eyes. He looked so torn, so shaken, so guilty. And for some reason, that made the heat between your thighs begin to burn.
Saturo studies you.
"Do you want this, doll?" His thumb rubs your bottom lip, pulling you into a mindless trance.
"Yes, please," you say a little too quickly. "Please, Saturo, show me—how to make you feel good?"
His eyes turn black, and then he's pushing you to your knees, your palms sliding against the thick material of his denims. One hand grabbing your hair, he uses the other to grip your chin.
"I know you've done this before."
When he watches you shamefully shake your head, his face flickers.
"You're kidding," he practically pants, cheeks flushed and strands clinging to his forehead. "You're telling me you've never sucked someone off before?"
"Like I said," you remind him. "I've never dated anyone, and I'm not the type of girl who just sleeps around."
"Right," Satoru grins before unzipping his jeans, then using both hands to grab your face. "Go ahead and let me be your first, doll. Go ahead and play with my dick with those pretty little hands."
His lude words made a certain wetness wash over your inner thighs, straight from your core. Following his words, your shaky hands slip past the waist band of his boxers, and pull out his thick and heavy cock. There were a few platinum haired curls at the top, with a red enlarged tip straight at the bottom.
It was...so pretty.
And it looked delectable.
Hesitantly, you wrap your lips around the tip, which causes the man above you to hiss and jerk his hips. "Just how I imagined," he rasps out. It tasted like nothing, but there was a sweet-salty tangy liquid that kept dripping from his tip. You hummed at the taste, quickening your motions, noticing his abdomen clench as you do so.
"Look at me," he orders, hearing him lick his lips. When your eyes meet his hazy ones, swollen lips forming a perfect O, one hand on your jaw while the other was holding up his grey long sleeve.
At this point, his cock had been slick with both his arousal and your saliva. Satoru was lazily fucking your mouth, slowly and slowly losing his will, and going harsher and rougher, chasing his high.
The fair haired man rolls his hips into your mouth as you keep sucking, trying to avoid teeth. "Lick it, princess. Like a lollipop," he croaks, gasping at the feeling of your tongue tracing the ridge of his head.
And then he lost control.
Using both hands to grip your hair, he shoves his entire length down your throat, brutally fucking your face. Falling back onto your palms, your eyes glisten with tears. "Awww, are you crying, doll?" He mocks as hot droplets roll down your cheeks, making a wolfish grin cross his lips, igniting an exciting light in his eyes. "Yeah? You gonna swallow my nasty cum, baby? You ready?"
He deserved to be painted. His chest was sinking and rising faster and faster, one hand slamming against the car while the other stay latched onto your strands. "Look so—fuckin'—adorable—." He grunts with each thrust.
You couldn't breathe, but didn't care, wanting to feel his cum pour down your throat.
He throws his head back, back slightly arching, as his cock spurts our ribbons and ribbons of salty cum all over your tongue. "Fuck," he shudders, slowing his hips, as he slowly falls over the edge. After a few more shallow thrusts, he pauses, and looks down at you.
"I've dreamt of that every night since I met you," he admits before opening his backseat. "Now get the hell in there before someone has the miracle of seeing your body."
Not waiting a second, you get in and allow your back to hit the leather seats. Satoru climbs on top of you, slamming the door shut, and proceeds to reach for your underwear, which wasn't hard since you had been wearing a navy blue skirt. "I want you inside," you plead at him with big teary eyes.
"I...want you to be my first."
Satoru smirks at your confession, "Well then, let me get to work, babydoll." His tone alone almost made you topple into euphoria. With heavy lidded eyes, you watch as Satoru rips your thin baby blue panties off of you, making you gasp.
"Hey—those were my favorite!"
"But they look so much better off," he spat on your pussy and watched it dribble down your folds before rubbing his fat head over your clit, making you lurch forward. A chuckle sounds in the steamy car, "Lie down, baby. Get comfortable, cause I'm about to make you feel realllll good."
Wrapping your arms around his neck, Saturo pulls down your grey sweater, revealing your tits. They rippled as he sucked and bite down on the tender buds, "Fuck, you're so sweet." He moans, the feeling the feeling is his slippery tongue sliding over and over my nipple making me grind against his bare cock. Satoru hoarsely huffs before slipping the head through your folds.
"I'm only putting in the tip for now," he reassures, his mouth dropping open at your tightness.
He felt so big to you, and so so so uncomfortable. You wondered how much self control Saturo had for not absolutely ramming all the way inside, since he shook as he thrusted lightly above you. His chain dangles in your face, which he noticed, and flips it around. "How does that feel?" It came out as a murmur, one of his palms slightly caressing your cheek.
"Keep looking at me like that," you beg, taking him by surprise. "No one's ever—just keep looking at me like that...please."
No one's ever admired you like this before, like Satoru was doing now. His eyes studied every one of your features, checking your expression, as he slowly went deeper and deeper. Until soon enough, he had been all the way inside, and the pain had been mostly subdued.
You still couldn't believe this.
And then, a car drives by. Headlights reflect on the two of you. You both look at each other, wondering if you should ask for help. But then Satoru mutters fuck it and dives down, capturing your lips in his and creating a rhythm to fuck you in.
It felt better than anything you've ever experienced. Everywhere was feeling good, and you just kept wanting more, both of your hips grinding desperately to meet each others ends. Your breast bounce as he holds your body and forces it down onto his cock, a snark dripping from his face as he watches you fall apart.
"So fragile, so small," he raggedly croaks.
"Satoru," your cry was messy and garbled. "Satoru, it feels, it feels amazing." He chuckles, which goes straight to your core. "Please—deeper. I want it deeper."
"Brat," he spits out before doing what you requested, leading you to convulse around his cock.
He kisses you before swiping his tongue across your collarbone, then went back to pecking your face. It all felt so real, so intimate, at least for you.
The world shatters. Every limb feels as if it's struck with lightening as you shake against Satoru, who laughs, "Holy shit, are you cumming?" He says in disbelief as you scrunch up your face and let out a series of high pitched moans. The older man savors the adorable face you're making before angling his hips to hit you deeper, one hand on the top of your head to stop your skull from hitting the door as he rutted into you. "That was so hot," he rasps out before nipping at your neck. "Wanna see it again."
Gripping his shoulders, you blubber out nonsense. "Ah!" You scream as he shoves two fingers down to your center and roughly rubs the swollen bud. "Too sensitive! Please—"
"Need you to cum with me," he quickens the pace of his fingers and his hips. You push at his abdomen as he tears you apart, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—"
A knock at the window makes you look up. Someone had been peering inside, but instead of stopping, Satoru slaps a hand over your mouth and fucks you brutally. "Can't stop," his eyes were blown and blissed out, holding your trembling figure and forcing you to sink down onto his cock. "Can't fucking stop."
"Satoru," you look at the window again, "What if—?"
"Focus on me when I cum," he growls out. "Don't look at them, _ _. Look at me."
Your thighs shake as your high crashes down on you, whining when he pulls out, stroking his cock at an incredible speed and cumming all over your tummy.
Satoru roars out, and you pull him down and cover his groans with your lips, swallowing them. Satoru notices your dilemma and rubs his fingers all over your clit, lurching you into an even stronger orgasm. He stares at you as you cling to him, whimpering and grinding against his figure.
When he finishes, he sits up, looking down at you with hooded and weary eyes. "We are in big trouble."
You grin, nails running down his chest softly, and giggle. "Yes we are."
"Satoru?”
You both look over, and see his wife in front of the windshield.
And in her hand, was his find my iPhone location.
