[ Stopping is so far removed from Nami's thinking, and as long as Mitsuru doesn't tell her to, out loud or otherwise, she's too transfixed by the way the darker-haired redhead moves, fucking herself on the fake cock as Nami's hips pump upwards to meet her. Everything about the experience is already so electrifying, it takes a split-second for her brain to even register that the vibrator pressed flush against her clit inside the harness has buzzed to life. Nami's body bucks upwards raggedly in response, as she's momentarily caught off-guard and left briefly reeling from the pleasure now coursing through her body, feeding into the needy ache that fucking Mitsuru like this has already left her soaking wet from. ]
Fuck, fuck, Mitsuru–
[ Nami's hands settle firmly on Mitsuru's hips, guiding her down, urging her to bury the cock inside herself before it's her arms coming around her friend's waist instead, kissing her hard and breathlessly as Nami holds the other woman's body against hers and moves to roll them over.
The vibrator's presence leaves her desperate to feel more, the slicked entrance of her cunt clenching in response to the feeling, and once Nami gets Mitsuru laid back, on the bed behind them, it's easier to rock against that delicious buzzing sensation and to fuck Mitsuru properly.
One hand stays on Mitsuru's hip as the other keeps Nami propped above her, her breasts dragging against her friend's skin as she thrusts her hips with renewed hunger.
Her lips are swollen by the time she draws back from their kiss, blue eyes gone hazy from the blissful feelings working through her. Nami tilts her head, her nose bumping the other woman's cheek, her words whispered dazedly against her skin. ]
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Fuck, fuck, Mitsuru–
[ Nami's hands settle firmly on Mitsuru's hips, guiding her down, urging her to bury the cock inside herself before it's her arms coming around her friend's waist instead, kissing her hard and breathlessly as Nami holds the other woman's body against hers and moves to roll them over.
The vibrator's presence leaves her desperate to feel more, the slicked entrance of her cunt clenching in response to the feeling, and once Nami gets Mitsuru laid back, on the bed behind them, it's easier to rock against that delicious buzzing sensation and to fuck Mitsuru properly.
One hand stays on Mitsuru's hip as the other keeps Nami propped above her, her breasts dragging against her friend's skin as she thrusts her hips with renewed hunger.
Her lips are swollen by the time she draws back from their kiss, blue eyes gone hazy from the blissful feelings working through her. Nami tilts her head, her nose bumping the other woman's cheek, her words whispered dazedly against her skin. ]
You're beautiful.