[ Nami's words mirror the thoughts of Mitsuru herself and she adopts a similar position upon the couch with bated breath. Legs spread, she moves in, pressing her slick folds against Nami's own with nothing but anticipation that feels like a jolt of electricity down her spine.
A soft groan escapes her lips as she carefully starts to move against the other woman, slowly while she feels out exactly how this works. Whether or not she's doing this right or not, the sounds of their equally soaked arousals rubbing together brings a dark blush to the younger woman's cheeks and she can't help but laugh softly and breathlessly. ]
How can something that seems so undignified feel this good?
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A soft groan escapes her lips as she carefully starts to move against the other woman, slowly while she feels out exactly how this works. Whether or not she's doing this right or not, the sounds of their equally soaked arousals rubbing together brings a dark blush to the younger woman's cheeks and she can't help but laugh softly and breathlessly. ]
How can something that seems so undignified feel this good?