[ Hilda has never had a problem asking for things. She just always went about it in a roundabout way and so subtly that others would be inclined to think that helping her out in some way, shape or form was their idea to begin with. But there were rare moments - moments like this with a beautiful woman pressing up into her aching, warm cunt - that she didn't want to be so subtle in her asking.
She wanted Nami to know just how much she wanted her too. Unabashedly, genuinely wanted her.
The way her heart flutters in her chest and the desire and heat to explore Nami's body to the fullest pools between her thighs. It feels a little mean in a way, not just to Nami but to herself too, to tease like this and potentially pull away. Her resolve slips the more the friction between Nami's thigh and the swimsuit rub against her, causing her to become more and more sensitive as their hips roll in time as one.
Minute shudders ripple through her body at every drag and bite of Nami's teeth and as she marks her collarbone, Nami is rewarded with a needy sound from the back of her throat. Hilda hand traces the curves of her body, lashes fluttering as she holds eye contact with her. They skim the top of her swimsuit bottoms, ghosting down the front where lithe fingers begin to stroke her through the black fabric and applying the same pressure Nami presses into her. ]
I could be convinced. [ Her mouth traces the outline of Nami's. ] Especially because I would love to know how I taste on your tongue.
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She wanted Nami to know just how much she wanted her too. Unabashedly, genuinely wanted her.
The way her heart flutters in her chest and the desire and heat to explore Nami's body to the fullest pools between her thighs. It feels a little mean in a way, not just to Nami but to herself too, to tease like this and potentially pull away. Her resolve slips the more the friction between Nami's thigh and the swimsuit rub against her, causing her to become more and more sensitive as their hips roll in time as one.
Minute shudders ripple through her body at every drag and bite of Nami's teeth and as she marks her collarbone, Nami is rewarded with a needy sound from the back of her throat. Hilda hand traces the curves of her body, lashes fluttering as she holds eye contact with her. They skim the top of her swimsuit bottoms, ghosting down the front where lithe fingers begin to stroke her through the black fabric and applying the same pressure Nami presses into her. ]
I could be convinced. [ Her mouth traces the outline of Nami's. ] Especially because I would love to know how I taste on your tongue.