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18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)

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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?

My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.

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01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander

ENERGY66%
extraverted
MIND63%
intuitive
NATURE66%
thinking
TACTICS100%
judging
IDENTITY71%
assertive

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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[ There are many, many, good things about being involved with Mitsuru, and while those benefits range from the intangibly satisfying to the physically comfortable (maybe even comforting) – getting nearly free access to the other girl's massive wardrobe is something Nami enjoys tremendously. It's not even about the cute clothes, although they are fun, but she likes whittling away the afternoon, trying on Mitsuru's collection of sunglasses and stealing looks at her through the tinted lenses, or teasing her by way of pulling her clothes off and strolling around in her bra and panties under the guise of merely making it easy to switch outfits should something catch her eye.

The closet's as classy and refined-looking as the woman who owns it, and while Nami's likely the part that's most out of place here, she looks perfectly at east strolling around, absently glancing over fancy fabrics and designer shoes as she moves, exploring, but mindful to leave everything the way she finds it. ]

Where's that new dress you wanted me to see?

[ Nami's smiling quietly to herself when she looks away from the illuminated wall of purses Mitsuru's got going for herself in the closet and back to the queen herself, her expression softening slightly as a part of her wants to add that she's pretty sure that whatever dress Mitsuru ended up with, she's going to be stunning in. ]

[ Mitsuru is in a similar state of undress currently, how else should be clad for trying on a dress after all? So what if she had made sure that the black lace lingerie set that she's wearing is one that she deems some of her very finest? It's just a coincidence. ]

It's over here. One moment.

[ The "new dress" that Nami is referring to is somewhere in the back of one of the myriad compartments of Mitsuru's walk-in closet room. Extravagant to some but admittedly she has a larger one back home. The dress is for the upcoming event for the Royal cards and the younger girl had been wanting her... friend's opinion on it. It was in a shade that she didn't normally go for and truthfully she felt like returning it. There must be a reason that her family's stylist almost always recommended black, white or red for her after all.

Thoughts of whether of the dress temporarily evaporate however, as Mitsuru accidentally knocks a long box from one of the shelves whilst she's in the process of rifling through. The box hits the ground and its contents lands on the smooth polished floor.

Ah, right, that.

The that in question is the elegant black leather riding crop that she had been gifted upon her arrival at the resort. Her name clearly visible in gold upon the handle. Truthfully, it had remained in her wardrobe pretty much ever since. She hadn't understood its purpose at first, although being in the casino had certainly opened her eyes in ways she couldn't have imagined. Since then, it had seemed even more prudent to keep it out of sight of prying eyes.

Mitsuru sighs as she kneels down to retrieve it. ]

Of course, that would fall out in your company.

Shall I prepare myself for the teasing again now?

[ She hasn't forgotten Nami's reaction the first time she had told her about her gift and there is an almost sheepish, resigned smile on Mitsuru's face as she picks up the crop. ]

[ It's not the crop itself as much as how Mitsuru reacts to it, that keeps Nami wanting to tease her friend, though, the younger woman wasn't alone in having their eyes opened to a slew of previously unimagined possibilities thanks to the casino. Maybe that's why she looks more intrigued than dubious when the crop spills out onto the floor, quickly sending Mitsuru into action to retrieve it, the dress she'd come here to see forgotten in favor of a handful of new desires she certainly hadn't come here with.

Or it could be that any way they spend their time has been wonderful in Nami's eyes.

Drawing herself up, she leans back on the edge of the vanity, eyebrows raising slowly as she shifts forward some, inviting, if not the slightest bit teasing too. ]

Should I be the one asking you that?

[ She can't help but contemplate what an elegant object it for a moment as she straightens up, holding the riding crop. Crafted from the finest materials and the gold lettering... someone had obviously put a lot of time and effort into its craftsmanship. She's as clueless as when she had first arrived, she understands its intended purpose now, the kind of pleasure it could give the person in the right frame of mind...

She flicks it experimentally against the surface of her vanity table until Nami's question catches her by surprise and her eyes widen for a moment, her expression then relaxes somewhat into an amused smile. ]

Perhaps. [ She's still not entirely sure if her friend is serious, teasing was kind of a specialty of hers after all. Yet Mitsuru can't help but imagine it for a moment, what she could be doing with this crop right now... ]

But you're playing a dangerous game hinting at something like that to me.

Edited 2024-05-21 16:24 (UTC)

[ Watching Mitsuru handling the riding crop in her hands, Nami can't help but think it suits her. A fancy instrument for the fanciest person she knows. The soft sound of impact, as the crop hits the table while Mitsuru idly plays with it, sends an unexpected shiver of anticipation working through Nami. She's not one to relinquish control, though lately the casino's influence has seen her guided into more compromising and yielding positions, landing her in situations where the normal power dynamic she likes to maintain are flipped to surprisingly enthralling results.

Nothing about this place is trustworthy, save for the people, and Mitsuru easily tops the list of new friends Nami would put her trust in. So – what harm could it do to let how intrigued she is reflect in the slight rounding of her eyes while watching her friend? A handful of heated mental images parade their way through Nami's imagination, sending a pang of want straight between her thighs – Mitsuru bending her over the vanity, the soft pink marks on her ass that might be left behind from the tip of the crop after her friend uses it on her, how wet she knows Mitsuru would find her after, if she pushes her panties to one side, and on.

Heat creeps up the back of Nami's neck, making her draw a deeper breath inward as she keeps her gaze fixed on her friend, as enraptured and enamored as ever. ]

I don't think I'm the only one hinting at things right now.

[ And why stop at hinting? It's Mitsuru. Her mind made up, Nami shifts, straightening from where she's been leaning so she can take a few leisurely steps closer to the other woman, the tips of her fingers skimming the crop as she approaches, before ducking her head, affectionately brushing her lips against Mitsuru's jaw. ]

Are you going to tell me how you want me, or show me?

[ As Nami saunters towards her, Mitsuru can't keep thoughts and wonderings of a similar nature out of her head. What would it be like to strike the other woman's ass with the crop? To leave pink marks upon her with it? Exclusivity was hardly a feature of the resort and Mitsuru didn't expect as much, but for just a little while she could gaze upon those marks she'd make on her fellow redhead's skin and feel a sense of possessiveness... knowing that in that moment all Nami could be thinking of is the strikes from the Queen of Hearts' whip, driving her to distraction. Would such a thing make the other queen wet for her? The thought alone makes her shiver, unable to mask her anticipation as Nami's lips brush against her jaw.

Mitsuru turns to her, her merlot-brown eyes narrowed a little, her lips still curled into a smile. There is a faint blush to her cheeks but also a look in her eye that suggests she's not going to hold back as she forces herself to be honest about this, about what she wants with the other woman, ]

...You know I've never done this before. But if I'm going to use my gift from the house on anyone...

[ Then let it be Nami. And in answer to her question: ]

Both. [ She leans in herself, pressing her lips to Nami's, soft yet hungry in her kisses until she stops and murmurs to her, ]

I want you bent over my vanity.

Neither have I, really.

[ She's had a hand used on her ass before, and found the experience to be shocking and thrilling because of the surprise, but it was always in the heat of the moment, never premeditated like this, with she and someone she, quite honestly, has come to care for, almost planning it out ahead of time.

Mitsuru kisses her, leaving Nami with no time to say anything else, her focus instantly trained on how warm the other woman's body feels against hers, and how soft, and familiar her mouth feels. A quiet hum of appreciation escapes her as Mitsuru issues the first of what she hopes isn't the last order she'll make that afternoon. ]

Should I be saying yes, mistress while I do it?

[ Honestly, it would take some control not to start fucking the other woman - Mitsuru had formidable self-control at nearly all times, but Nami always seems to rile her up. The taste of her lips, her lithe, nearly naked body being so close; it all makes Mitsuru wet, makes her ache for the other woman.

Having to hold off on instant gratification, to deny herself the pleasure of fucking Nami with her fingers, her tongue and whatever toy she decided to use later... it would be a challenge. That in itself is exciting. She shivers at the thought. ]

I believe that ridiculous advert of mine said "your majesty"... [ She can at least be amused about that now, with Nami at least. Even if it had made her want to die at the time - and still kind of does. ]

I think I like "mistress" better. [ It's Nami's suggestion, of course she does. And this is the done thing, is it not? She's the furthest thing from an expert, but the word sounds appealing from her companion's lips. ]

I want to hear how it sounds on your lips while I mark you.

Edited 2024-05-25 10:02 (UTC)

[ Drawing herself up into a comfortable stretch, Nami moves away from Mitsuru after dusting one last kiss to her lips, turning around to follow through with her friend's request. ]

I don't think I have to call you that if I'm a queen too.

[ Turning her head to smirk at Mitsuru over her shoulder, she reaches back and unfastens her bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor before she bends forward and rests her hands on the edge of the vanity, still looking behind her at her friend as she arches her ass, wiggling it slightly, half teasing half tempting Mitsuru (and her crop) closer. ]

Like this, Mistress?

[ The color on her cheeks isn't likely to be going anywhere soon, not when playing at this with someone she knows like Mitsuru makes it easy to trust, and lean into the desire already working through her, slickness already clinging to her folds in anticipation. ]

Oh?

[ She turns to look ahead only to be caught by Mitsuru's reflection in the vanity's mirror instead, another pang of want shooting through her at the thought of being marked up while the younger woman watches every expression on her face as she's spanked with the crop. Nami's thighs press together as she shifts, the movement almost unconscious as she fends off the shiver that threatens to climb up her spine. ]

I kind of like this possessive side of you, Mitsuru.

[ Based on the lower pitch to her voice when Nami speaks again, she likes it a lot. ]

[ She chuckles softly. It's true, Nami is a queen now. Not that she ever needed that rank officially in order for Mitsuru to view her as such. She's always been her equal in Mitsuru's eyes, in every respect. As she watches Nami position herself, she continues to let the crop flick idly against the surface of the table, picturing how it's going to look and feel smacking against the other woman's soft, beautiful backside. She bites her ruby red lower lip as she imagines it, her voice low but quietly commanding in tone as she responds. Speaking in that authoritarian way has always been second nature to her, she's just never applied it in a situation like this before...

Why not now? ]

Yes, like that. Très bien.

[ Mitsuru draws in closer behind her just as desired, unable to help but admire the view as her fellow redhead seductively moves her ass for her. ]

I like the way you look like this...

[ She holds out her hand, elegant fingers caressing and possessively squeezing Nami's ass for a moment, a little demanding too - in her limited knowledge, she knows she's supposed to begin this slowly, to ease them both into it, signal where she plans to strike first... She keeps her eyes on Nami's in the mirror before them both, deep pangs of arousal coursing through her as she takes in the position they're both in, the seductive feeling of power over her lover that it brings.

When she introduces the crop, she drags the end teasingly over Nami's ass cheeks, over the spots she was just squeezing with her hands. She watches keenly for a reaction with those sharp mahogany eyes of hers as she finally brings the crop down upon one of the other woman's ass cheeks, light and teasing more than anything else for this first blow. But enough to draw a little pink to the surface of Nami's pale skin momentarily. ]

Do you like that? [ A question punctuated by another teasing flick of the queen of heart's riding crop against Nami's ass. She places her free hand lightly upon the top of her ass, drifting towards the curve of her lower back, as if holding her in place in this position. ] Because I'm just getting started with you.

[ Being on the spot like this, with no way to turn her head to avoid letting Mitsuru watch her face, should make her feel more cagey than she does. Instead, Nami meets Mitsuru's eye despite the flush coloring her cheeks, and the sudden way her body jolts in response to the first light smack of the crop's tip as it connects with her ass.

Nami's breath catches, blue eyes widening just at the very corners in a subtle show of delight and surprise, her head nodding in answer without really thinking about it, the heat between her thighs flares, leaving her certain she's already obviously wet beneath her panties. ]

Yes Mistress. [ She lifts her ass as she answers, as if to show her just how much, and turns away from the mirror, looking over her shoulder so she can watch Mitsuru directly, eyes glinting in excitement. Her friend might not be a Straw Hat, but Nami trusts her like one. ]

[ Yes Mistress. Two such simple words and yet their effect is immeasurable. Mitsuru finds that she likes it, loves it even - loves the way that the other woman responds too, watching Nami lift her ass in that demanding manner, silently asking her fellow queen for more.

And how could Mitsuru deny her? She's beautiful, that excited glint in her eye sending heat and pangs of arousal straight to the younger girl's pussy.

Hesitancy starts to ebb away, a rather feline looking smile starting to curl at the corners of Mitsuru's ruby red lips. She runs her hand soothingly, teasingly over the small of Nami's back for a moment, before once again striking her ass with the riding crop. The other side this time. And a little harder. The pink mark left on the taller woman's skin lingers this time. Mitsuru can't help but admire the gorgeous bloom of pink upon Nami's skin, leaning in for just a moment to teasingly place her lips upon it in a kiss. ]

Is taking my whip harder like this making you wet, Nami?

[ Nami's shoulders tense, fighting to keep her breathing under control as every firm rap of the crop against her backside sends a jolt of startling pleasure straight to her cunt. She's ached to be touched before, the trappings of his casino have made sure that Nami's become no stranger to this primal variety of longing, but that there's nothing beyond Mitsuru herself making Nami feel this way now makes it all the more rare and real.

Mitsuru's crop comes down harder, and she can't suppress the soft sigh that passes her lips in response, her hips unconsciously rocking back against the touch, a not unpleasant burn left behind by that firmer strike, a sensation that leaves her wondering after the marks her friend's currently leaving behind.

Another, louder groan escapes her when Mitsuru asks if she's getting wet from this, the slicked up heat of her entrance clenching tightly, as though her body's waiting to be filled. ]

So wet Mistress. [ There's a soft neediness threading through her voice, a tone that doesn't often work its way into the way Nami speaks. ]

Do you like seeing me get this soaked for you?

I do.

[ She's never done this before, for once relying on mostly pure instinct alone rather than any particular knowledge. All Mitsuru knows is that this entire thing is turning her on far, far more than she ever expected it to.

The hand stroking the small of her friend's back, moves downwards, caressing her ass in exploratory strokes until she snakes it down and down between the other woman's legs. She tugs gently at the edge of Nami's panties, slipping beneath them with a soft sigh of her own. What she's seeking is hardly a mystery, locating the soft, wet folds of Nami's cunt. Her voice is low, husky with desire, as she begins to press her index finger inside of her, finding the other woman as soaked as she hoped she would be. ]

I want to feel you getting even wetter around my fingers while I whip you.

[ Yes, the whip is still very much present, as Mitsuru raps it sharply against Nami's ass again, lower and a little harder again this time, closer to the top of her thighs. Right as she begins to slowly fuck the other woman from behind with her finger. She's so slick, it makes the darker haired girl shiver with arousal, with want. She knows all too well how privileged she is getting to see Nami like this, to hear that needy tone in her voice... ]

Look in the mirror again. I want to see the expression on your face. I want you to look at me while I do this to you.

[ The dueling sensations of the now familiar and eternally blissful sensation of Mitsuru's touch as her finger slides inside her cunt, and the sharp bites of the crop's edge as it meets her ass makes Nami feel like she's being pulled in two directions in the best way possible. Rocking back, greedily trying to work herself closer to both Mitsuru's finger and the crop she brings down on her backside, Nami's fingers curl tightly around the edge of the table, her eyes shut tightly as she nods, answering in a whimper. ]

Mistress–

[ Her entrance seems to clench every time the crop whips her ass, shoulders bowing slightly from her effort to keep her composure and resist the temptation to lift her ass even higher, then Mitsuru commands her to lift her head and look back at the mirror and Nami can feel her resolve eroding as quickly as color rises to her face.

Despite the red cheeks, she manages to do as she's told her bottom lip caught by her teeth as she hums out a repressed moan, raising her head to meet Mitsuru's stare in the mirror, her eyes half-lidded with desire as her body tightens around the finger fucking into her, leaving hotter and slicker than she can ever remember being, and utterly enthralled with Mitsuru and the thrill that comes with yielding up control. ]

Please, please, Mistress, you're going to make me come.

[ It's everything she could possibly desire right now, in this moment, to feel her fellow redhead come undone from the press of her fingers and the strikes of her whip. She inserts a second digit inside of her, parting them, spreading her friend's tight cunt wider as she picks up her pace, fucking her harder, faster-

And still, she doesn't relent with that riding crop, sharply flicking the leather across one side of her friend's ass and then the other, leaving vivid red marks across each ass cheek. She meets the other woman's gaze in her mirror with a smile, one that is simultaneously warm but also commanding, mahogany eyes full to the brim with her intentions, to be completely and utterly ruthless until her lover is utterly undone - ]

Good- C'est magnifique. Come for me, Nami.

[ Her own pussy is positively aching with desire at this point, her own underwear damp as she watches what she's causing to unfold before her eyes. She can feel it, hear it- the slick noises as she fucks Nami's cunt with her fingers. She'd love to taste it, taste what she's done to her. Her thumb brushes the other woman's clit as she moans with soft approval. ]

I don't think I've ever felt you this wet- you were already soaked at just the thought of this, weren't you?

Edited 2024-06-08 21:28 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

Mitsuru…

[ She doesn't stop nor withdraw until she has drawn every last moan and whimper from her fellow redhead, drinking in every reaction, feeling her own arousal building to a fever pitch. Once she senses she's drawn out all that she can, she does slowly withdraw her fingers, stroking the other woman's folds in an almost soothing manner and still teasing gently at her clit with her thumb for little longer. She moves and leans forward, kissing the side of the other woman's neck, still gently stroking her pussy as she murmurs to Nami, ]

Believe me, I'm not done with you yet.

[ They're not done here, period. She and Nami had discussed trying out as many toys as possible had they not? So the both of them would be prepared and know what they're doing in these situations... That's definitely entirely the reason and not at all because she utterly delights in each and every encounter and whatever they choose to partake in or choose to explore.....

Whenever Nami is sufficiently recovered, Mitsuru is ready and raring to devour her mouth on the circular couch of her dressing room. Relocating to the bedroom seems much too troublesome now. ]

[ Slow, but no less blissful tremors continue to work through Nami's body even after Mitsuru eases her fingers out of her still tightened cunt, another low moan tumbling past her hips as she feels her friend's attentions shift to teasing her outer folds, her thumb still working against Nami's clit, keeping her hips rocking back against the other woman's hand. The sharpness of the pain where the whip met her ass has died back, but the reddening heat and the low ache it's replaced with are just as strangely pleasing as they meld with the feelings Mitsuru continues to evoke as her hand continues their caresses. ]

You better not be.

[ Like a cat, her back arches up, curving against Mitsuru's chest as the other woman leans over to to dust kisses to her throat. Staying bent over and balanced on one hand, Nami reaches the other back, palm running across Mitsuru's shoulders, touching her for the joy of it before the younger redhead draws back and moves towards the sofa.

Nami wastes no time ignoring the tingle that accompanies every step as she moves towards the sofa, before she's crawling closer to Mitsuru, staying up on her knees as one hand moves to cradle the nape of her friend's neck and pull her into the ravenous kiss she's been waiting ages to give her. ]

[ Mitsuru returns that kiss with equal hunger - both had been craving the touch of the other's lips it seems. The crop is set to one side as she lets herself utterly unwind and revel in this.

She lets herself slowly tip backwards until her back hits the plush surface of the couch, her hands cupping either side of Nami's face as she continues to kiss her and pull her with her in the process. The next words she murmurs against the other woman's lips make her blush but hadn't they both said they wanted to try so many things with one another? All for research purposes of course. ]

I want you to grind yourself on me- make me wetter-

[ As if it were somehow possible for her to be any wetter with the effect Nami's reactions have had upon her so far. She's never tried this before, isn't even sure if either of them will feel anything from it - yet she can't deny the idea of Nami rubbing her cunt on hers is a very appealing one regardless. At least until she's ready to introduce the next toy she wants them to try out together into this little rendezvous in her walk-in wardrobe. ]

[ Mitsuru isn't the only one with her face left feeling warm in the wake of that maddeningly heady, wonderful directive she issues. Caught by surprise in the best possible way, Nami moans against her friend's mouth, nodding slowly as she moves to join her on the couch.

It's another first for her too, and while she isn't sure what the result's going to be, feeling Mitsuru's slick folds pressed and grinding against her own is thrilling regardless.

Breaking off the kiss to sit on the sofa as well, she scoots closer, sitting sideways with her legs spread, one thigh draping over Mitsuru's as she arranges herself with her hands planted behind her, giving her the leverage she'll need to rock against her friend's body. ]

Come here. I wanna feel you.

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ It's all so very good, the way they look, the way they move together, the sounds as their slick cunts rub against one another. Then Nami makes it even better if that is somehow possible and Mitsuru's breath catches in her throat, a gasping moan leaving her parted lips at the other woman's clit pressed to hers. They're both so wet and making one another slicker by the second, each grinding movement only highlighting the sticky arousal between them.

Mitsuru's gaze strays further afield for a moment, catching the sight of them both in one of the many mirrors lining the walls of her walk-in closet. It makes her blush when she realises how much she likes watching this - indeed, how much she had liked seeing Nami's face in the mirror as she had subjected her to her riding crop and fingers, see herself behind the other woman as she made her come undone. Now she's surrounded by the sight of them both, lithe yet soft bodies grinding against one another... ]

Oh god, Nami-

[ She reaches out a hand to caress the taller redhead's breasts, teasing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Gentle, teasing pinches, moaning louder as she grinds herself harder against the other woman's cunt, face utterly flushed. ]

I love feeling you like this-

[ Her forehead creases with effort, eyes locked in the sight of their cunts grinding against each other, flushed and slick, the pleasantly aching spots on her ass where the crop struck her simmering with sensation every time Nami lets her hips roll to meet Mitsuru's.

When Nami finally looks up, her face is flushed and her lips are parted, breathing hard with desire and effort, eyes wide as they take in the sight of the other woman before her gaze follows Mitsuru's towards one of the mirrors situated across from them. The sight pulls a husky moan out of her, her teeth raking over the swell of her bottom lip, her cheeks going redder when their eyes meet in the reflection, compelling Nami to let herself rock a little more roughly, needily, against her friend's cunt, the slickness, and friction against her sensitive flesh already working to push her towards another climax. ]

I wanna fuck you all day, Mitsuru.

[ She shivers as she feels the sensitive peak of her nipple plucked and teased roughly. Without thinking about it first, Nami reaches down, staying propped up on one elbow as she catches Mitsuru's wrist, bringing the other woman's hand to her mouth. She presses a breathless kiss against the inside of her friend's wrist before her lips travel up her palm, moaning against her skin before she finds herself sucking and nibbling at the tips of her fingers, tasting her own cunt on her friend's skin and moaning again as a result. ]

Think we can come like this? I want to try, I want to feel your cunt against mine.

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