[ Can there be anything better than this? Climaxing hard against Nami's cunt as she soaks Mitsuru's in her own release. If there was any chance whatsoever of the queen of hearts being able to hold back from the precipice of her orgasm it is utterly gone now. She cries out for both her own pleasure, that coil of pressure inside of her finally allowed to unleash and let shuddering bliss was over her and for the way this beautiful woman comes so hard for Mitsuru in return.
As the both reach their come down, Mitsuru sits up straighter, reaching for Nami, tangling her fingers in her hair as she kisses her mouth, hard. Then, breathlessly, she murmurs against the other woman's lips. ]
I'm going to make you do that again.
[ That's not an "I want to make you do that again". There is zero uncertainty in Mitsuru's words as she plants one more deep kiss on the other woman's lips before rising to her feet, intent on fetching something from the same spot in her walk-in where she secretly stashed her riding crop.
That something is a large black strap-on, ever so thoughtfully left by one of her attendants for the queen of hearts' use. Of course Mitsuru had initially dismissed such a thing altogether but... well, since the last time she had gotten to try one of these out with her fellow redhead, her opinion had undergone something of a reform. She looks suspiciously well practiced as she fastens the toys between her legs - as if she might have tried it on in the past out of curiosity. It sure as hell hasn't been used on anyone else yet. No, this would be just for Nami. ]
...I want you to bend over again for me.
[ This time she would get more than Mitsuru's fingers. ]
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As the both reach their come down, Mitsuru sits up straighter, reaching for Nami, tangling her fingers in her hair as she kisses her mouth, hard. Then, breathlessly, she murmurs against the other woman's lips. ]
I'm going to make you do that again.
[ That's not an "I want to make you do that again". There is zero uncertainty in Mitsuru's words as she plants one more deep kiss on the other woman's lips before rising to her feet, intent on fetching something from the same spot in her walk-in where she secretly stashed her riding crop.
That something is a large black strap-on, ever so thoughtfully left by one of her attendants for the queen of hearts' use. Of course Mitsuru had initially dismissed such a thing altogether but... well, since the last time she had gotten to try one of these out with her fellow redhead, her opinion had undergone something of a reform. She looks suspiciously well practiced as she fastens the toys between her legs - as if she might have tried it on in the past out of curiosity. It sure as hell hasn't been used on anyone else yet. No, this would be just for Nami. ]
...I want you to bend over again for me.
[ This time she would get more than Mitsuru's fingers. ]