[ The amazing thing is that Mitsuru doesn't have to turn the toy on for a blissful shudder to work its way through her body, leaving her already slicked up entrance tightening in anticipation. Hearing the way her friend says her name is enough to bring a gasp to her lips, the hand Mitsuru plants on her shoulder urging her hips upward, her heels pressing against the floor to give herself enough leverage to move against Mitsuru how she wants to.
And wow, does she want to.
She tilts her head back as Mitsuru leans in to kiss her, her tongue licking into the other woman's mouth as her hand travels around her friend's side, fingers splaying over the swell of Mitsuru's ass, as her free hand runs down her friend's back before coming up to cradle the side of her face. Nami's thumb brushes over Mitsuru's cheek, drawing back to grin breathlessly up at her, her gaze fixed on her face as she arches her hips up, driving more of the toy into Mitsuru's cunt, hungry to see her react as she finds her rhythm, fucking into Mitsuru in short, deep thrusts. ]
I don't know how I'm gonna get anything else done again.
[ The grin on her face is unmistakably smug, but there's a softness in her eyes that indicates her satisfaction is coming from somewhere else entirely. Before Mitsuru gets a chance to call her on it – not that Nami thinks she could right now, given the distraction she's determined to present, the hand on Mitsuru's back lifting away to slip downwards instead, her fingers spreading the slicked up folds of her friend's cunt open further before she lets her thumb strum over Mitsuru's clit, her hips quickening as she does. ]
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And wow, does she want to.
She tilts her head back as Mitsuru leans in to kiss her, her tongue licking into the other woman's mouth as her hand travels around her friend's side, fingers splaying over the swell of Mitsuru's ass, as her free hand runs down her friend's back before coming up to cradle the side of her face. Nami's thumb brushes over Mitsuru's cheek, drawing back to grin breathlessly up at her, her gaze fixed on her face as she arches her hips up, driving more of the toy into Mitsuru's cunt, hungry to see her react as she finds her rhythm, fucking into Mitsuru in short, deep thrusts. ]
I don't know how I'm gonna get anything else done again.
[ The grin on her face is unmistakably smug, but there's a softness in her eyes that indicates her satisfaction is coming from somewhere else entirely. Before Mitsuru gets a chance to call her on it – not that Nami thinks she could right now, given the distraction she's determined to present, the hand on Mitsuru's back lifting away to slip downwards instead, her fingers spreading the slicked up folds of her friend's cunt open further before she lets her thumb strum over Mitsuru's clit, her hips quickening as she does. ]