[ Her skin burns everywhere the crop's struck her, the thought of the marks Mitsuru will leave behind only serving to make her cunt shudder more against those fingers as they mercilessly fuck into her, spreading her open as Mitsuru works to make her completely come apart.
The praise her whimpers are met with just adds fuel to the fire already raging over her senses, lips parted as she breathes hard, staring round-eyed at Mitsuru's reflection in the mirror as she tries to fight the need to let her eyes squeeze shut so she can lose herself to the maddening contrast of sensations currently eroding her sense of restraint. Staring into those wonderfully deep, mahogany eyes, Nami moans again, one of her hands gripping tightly to the edge of the vanity as she shifts her weight and lifts her ass higher, thighs parting as she all but offers herself to the other woman. ]
Y-yes–
[ Stammering, breathless, it's hard to tell what Nami's agreeing to – the command that she come for Mitsuru, or the observation about her sopping cunt, and for now she's too far gone to clarify. Fresh slickness meets Mitsuru's thrusting fingers as Nami's body tenses, her back bowing in a deep arch as every muscle in her body seems to tense as she comes perilously close to her climax before hurtling, shuddering over the edge. Another yes follows the first, whimpered and trembling, then a third and fourth, the word repeating as Nami's body shudders around her friend's fingers, the bite of the whip as it meets her ass reducing her moans to shuddering growls and soft, spent whimpers. ]
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The praise her whimpers are met with just adds fuel to the fire already raging over her senses, lips parted as she breathes hard, staring round-eyed at Mitsuru's reflection in the mirror as she tries to fight the need to let her eyes squeeze shut so she can lose herself to the maddening contrast of sensations currently eroding her sense of restraint. Staring into those wonderfully deep, mahogany eyes, Nami moans again, one of her hands gripping tightly to the edge of the vanity as she shifts her weight and lifts her ass higher, thighs parting as she all but offers herself to the other woman. ]
Y-yes–
[ Stammering, breathless, it's hard to tell what Nami's agreeing to – the command that she come for Mitsuru, or the observation about her sopping cunt, and for now she's too far gone to clarify. Fresh slickness meets Mitsuru's thrusting fingers as Nami's body tenses, her back bowing in a deep arch as every muscle in her body seems to tense as she comes perilously close to her climax before hurtling, shuddering over the edge. Another yes follows the first, whimpered and trembling, then a third and fourth, the word repeating as Nami's body shudders around her friend's fingers, the bite of the whip as it meets her ass reducing her moans to shuddering growls and soft, spent whimpers. ]
Mitsuru…