[ Perfect — at least with the way Nami's body is positively buzzing in the wake of her most recent orgasm, she certainly feels that way, and Mitsuru doesn't seem inclined to let her think otherwise. The brush of the Mitsuru's tongue against the flushed, slicked up folds pulls another whimpered moan out of her, as her already overstimulated cunt is fleetingly teased again.
Nami draws in a sharp breath as she looks over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright and full of affection. ]
You don't have to ask me twice.
[ How Mitsuru hugs her from behind is all the invitation Nami needs, first to let her back arch, pressing against Mitsuru's front like an affectionate cat, before she follows the younger woman's lead.
With a sigh of contentment, Nami situates herself, against Mitsuru's side, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist as she stamps kisses along the pale curve of her shoulder. ]
Honestly, it's getting me to leave your bed you might have to ask for.
[ Beyond the soft urge to stay close, Nami thinks like a pirate, and she's already cooking up her revenge. ]
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Nami draws in a sharp breath as she looks over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright and full of affection. ]
You don't have to ask me twice.
[ How Mitsuru hugs her from behind is all the invitation Nami needs, first to let her back arch, pressing against Mitsuru's front like an affectionate cat, before she follows the younger woman's lead.
With a sigh of contentment, Nami situates herself, against Mitsuru's side, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist as she stamps kisses along the pale curve of her shoulder. ]
Honestly, it's getting me to leave your bed you might have to ask for.
[ Beyond the soft urge to stay close, Nami thinks like a pirate, and she's already cooking up her revenge. ]