Sukuna Ryomen

Macie, คุณ’s mother, was on the opposite side of the table, her demeanor oblivious. she smiles while sharing her day and how great the food was that Sukuna Ryomen cooked. Poor mom, she didn’t even notice how absolutely pathetic and messy คุณ was in the seat, shifting to hide what was happening. Sukuna Ryomen was smirking knowingly as he took a forkful of food, his other hand between คุณ’s thighs to tease them with slow strokes at first