[ The sex is terrific, and Mitsuru is a gorgeous, generous, and powerful figure in the context of the casino, but hearing that quiet laugh warms Nami in a way that's beyond businesslike. Even if she wasn't the queen, and they didn't make this arrangement, Nami would want to be around her.
She stays close, bending at the waist and blindly reaching for the harness, drawing Mitsuru near before both hands are occupied with blindly situating the vibrator in its spot and easing the belt around her waist. Her tongue licks into Mitsuru's mouth, kissing her hungrily before the necessity pulls her back, getting both of the straps that keep the fake cock in place around her inner thighs and buckled on either side of her ass. ]
I want you to straddle me.
[ Her cheeks flush, but she's grinning as she says it, moving to sit on the bed, the toy between her legs jutting up, and the vibrator on the inside of the harness pressed flush against her clit. She would never admit it, but Nami's heart is already racing when she sits on the edge of the bed, though the smirk she shoots Mitsuru over her shoulder is cooly coy, and composed. ]
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[ The sex is terrific, and Mitsuru is a gorgeous, generous, and powerful figure in the context of the casino, but hearing that quiet laugh warms Nami in a way that's beyond businesslike. Even if she wasn't the queen, and they didn't make this arrangement, Nami would want to be around her.
She stays close, bending at the waist and blindly reaching for the harness, drawing Mitsuru near before both hands are occupied with blindly situating the vibrator in its spot and easing the belt around her waist. Her tongue licks into Mitsuru's mouth, kissing her hungrily before the necessity pulls her back, getting both of the straps that keep the fake cock in place around her inner thighs and buckled on either side of her ass. ]
I want you to straddle me.
[ Her cheeks flush, but she's grinning as she says it, moving to sit on the bed, the toy between her legs jutting up, and the vibrator on the inside of the harness pressed flush against her clit. She would never admit it, but Nami's heart is already racing when she sits on the edge of the bed, though the smirk she shoots Mitsuru over her shoulder is cooly coy, and composed. ]