[ If she were any less captivated she might have drawn back only to exasperatedly blush and ask him who actually talks like that, or where he gets off saying something that sappy with a straight face, but as consumed with the weight and warmth of him against her, there's nothing to do but let her heart race. His cock throbs in her hand, the hard, familiar lines of his body sending ripples of rapidly budding heat through her, one hand stroking him slowly as she wraps the opposite arm around him and pulls him close, an unusually breathy, bubbly laugh smothered against his mouth before she draws away. ]
Definitely not a dream. [ Nami murmurs, her voice low and rich with fondness. ] You can have me whenever you want to.
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Definitely not a dream. [ Nami murmurs, her voice low and rich with fondness. ] You can have me whenever you want to.