Discovering the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of toga x bakugo

City lights twinkle far below in toga x bakugo. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, toga x bakugo,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at toga x bakugo!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “toga x bakugo, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.