[ Not expecting to feel Mitsuru's mouth against her already soaked and sensitive folds, Nami can't tamp down the moan that passes her lips as that fleeting caress leaves her arching and aching with fresh want. ]

You're so good, so good, I wanna ask for it.

[ She can't keep quiet as Mitsuru's bare hand strikes her ass this time, making her jolt where she's bent, the hand gripping the top of the sofa tightening its grip while she utters a needy moan.

The sound of the fake cock filling her already drenched cunt is almost as illicit a thrill as the intense, breathtaking wave of pleasure being filled by the toy sends through her, a molten heat seeming to radiate from her core, where her climax has already begun to build.

Using the hold she has on the furniture she's bent over on for leverage, Nami eagerly arches back against the fake cock inside her, almost letting herself bounce against it in her enthusiasm as her free hand lingers between her thighs, keeping her folds parted so Mitsuru can watch the toy sinking into her over and over. ]

I want to. I want you fucking me until I'm dripping wet and soaking it, I want to show you how hard you make me come, Mitsuru.