[ Joke's on Hilda. Nami's ego needs no help. She knows she's good. If she wasn't good, she would have ended up dead or worse a long time ago.
But that's not the point. The harrowing ordeals of the past are far away now, and having Hilda like this makes them, and everything else, seem even more distant somehow, as though in the course of just this meeting, she's managed to fill Nami's awareness effortlessly. Desire cords through her thickly, sparking through her and leaving her cunt aching in that lingering, delicious way that seems to come in tandem with wanting a woman.
That ache flares needily as the hand in her hair pulls more insistently, pulling a gasp out of Nami, who finds herself moving easily as Hilda moves, adjusting the way they're standing, and the heat she can feel pressed flush against her thighs, barely concealed by the fabric of the other woman's bathing suit makes her head swim. ]
Make an exception for me. [ It's Nami's turn to shift, letting a lean, strong, thigh press more insistently against that maddeningly alluring heat, her hands gently grasping at Hilda's hips, both encouraging her closeness and gently leading her to grind against her, even as her fingers curve over the swell of Hilda's ass, the tips of them slipping beneath the edge of her swimsuit, hungry to feel more of her skin. ] Something tells me a tie with you is pretty high marks. [ She adds as the top of her thigh drags up and down that heat, her chin tipping up as her tongue brushes gently over the swell of Hilda's bottom lip. ]
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But that's not the point. The harrowing ordeals of the past are far away now, and having Hilda like this makes them, and everything else, seem even more distant somehow, as though in the course of just this meeting, she's managed to fill Nami's awareness effortlessly. Desire cords through her thickly, sparking through her and leaving her cunt aching in that lingering, delicious way that seems to come in tandem with wanting a woman.
That ache flares needily as the hand in her hair pulls more insistently, pulling a gasp out of Nami, who finds herself moving easily as Hilda moves, adjusting the way they're standing, and the heat she can feel pressed flush against her thighs, barely concealed by the fabric of the other woman's bathing suit makes her head swim. ]
Make an exception for me. [ It's Nami's turn to shift, letting a lean, strong, thigh press more insistently against that maddeningly alluring heat, her hands gently grasping at Hilda's hips, both encouraging her closeness and gently leading her to grind against her, even as her fingers curve over the swell of Hilda's ass, the tips of them slipping beneath the edge of her swimsuit, hungry to feel more of her skin. ] Something tells me a tie with you is pretty high marks. [ She adds as the top of her thigh drags up and down that heat, her chin tipping up as her tongue brushes gently over the swell of Hilda's bottom lip. ]