[ Just like the crop, and the strap on, and so many other times in the past, Nami's left completely reeling from how turned on trying something new with Mitsuru can leave her. Without thinking about it, Nami's gaze is fixed on their bodies, her teeth catching her bottom lip and her face flushing redder as Mitsuru moves to press her cunt against Nami's. The soft, pleasured sound that escapes her friend is enough to pull her gaze back to Mitsuru's face, grinning breathlessly at her when their eyes meet, before the slick sound of their folds rubbing against each other pulls a moan out of Nami as well. ]
We look so good– [ She babbles, voice husky and eyes bright. ] You feel so good.
[ Keeping herself held up with one hand against the sofa, Nami reaches down to where their bodies meet, her fingers forking over her cunt as she moves to part her folds. The bare heat of her body presses flush to Mitsuru's, the friction teasing over her clit making her breath catch before her hand shifts to spread Mitsuru open as well, making their already direct point of contact even more so for both of them. ]
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We look so good– [ She babbles, voice husky and eyes bright. ] You feel so good.
[ Keeping herself held up with one hand against the sofa, Nami reaches down to where their bodies meet, her fingers forking over her cunt as she moves to part her folds. The bare heat of her body presses flush to Mitsuru's, the friction teasing over her clit making her breath catch before her hand shifts to spread Mitsuru open as well, making their already direct point of contact even more so for both of them. ]