[ Taking Sanji's whispered words urging Luffy out of his clothes as something of a cue, the hand on Luffy's hip shifts, fingers curling in the top of his shorts before she pulls down, helping him out of them as the fingers Sanji teases her nipple with leaves her breathing hard between kisses planted along Luffy's neck. Arching into the cook's touch, she draws back far enough to catch the smile Luffy gives her, the flush of color on her face deepening as she returns it, shifting closer to meet him when he ducks his head and moves in for a kiss, her fingers gently twisting through Sanji's hair, certain she couldn't adore two people more than she does them.
She can feel Luffy's hand descend, the fabric of Sanji's pants tightening further against where her thighs have all but wrapped around his leg, and while she hates to relinquish any of the delicious pressure against her cunt, Nami's legs loosen their hold, giving Luffy's hand room to move as the one lingering on his bare hip travels across his front to wrap loosely around his cock.
Grinning against his mouth Nami pulls back, nipping Luffy's bottom lip in parting before she turns her head, wasting no time in seeking out a kiss from Sanji, the hand on Luffy's cock slowly stroking up the length of him.
Detangling her fingers from Sanji's hair, Nami moves her hand to cradle the side of his neck, holding him in that kiss as her tongue brushes against his, safe and secure enough in the two men she's tangled up with to not bother trying to hide the moan that slips out against his mouth. ]
It's your turn now, Sanji. [ She murmurs against the cook's mouth, the hand on his neck moving to start pulling at his shirt while the thumb of her other hand runs over the head of Luffy's cock, teasing him with a slower version of the same urgency she tries to undress Sanji with, wanting them both so badly it's hard to think straight. ]
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She can feel Luffy's hand descend, the fabric of Sanji's pants tightening further against where her thighs have all but wrapped around his leg, and while she hates to relinquish any of the delicious pressure against her cunt, Nami's legs loosen their hold, giving Luffy's hand room to move as the one lingering on his bare hip travels across his front to wrap loosely around his cock.
Grinning against his mouth Nami pulls back, nipping Luffy's bottom lip in parting before she turns her head, wasting no time in seeking out a kiss from Sanji, the hand on Luffy's cock slowly stroking up the length of him.
Detangling her fingers from Sanji's hair, Nami moves her hand to cradle the side of his neck, holding him in that kiss as her tongue brushes against his, safe and secure enough in the two men she's tangled up with to not bother trying to hide the moan that slips out against his mouth. ]
It's your turn now, Sanji. [ She murmurs against the cook's mouth, the hand on his neck moving to start pulling at his shirt while the thumb of her other hand runs over the head of Luffy's cock, teasing him with a slower version of the same urgency she tries to undress Sanji with, wanting them both so badly it's hard to think straight. ]