[ With her lips still tingling from that last kiss, she turns around as she's asked. The bashfully elated smile that Nami's been working hard to cover up slipping through now that she's facing away from Mitsuru, her eyes downcast, watching the pendant as it settles below her collarbone. ]
It's perfect, Mitsuru.
[ Just like the giver, actually. The necklace settles as Mitsuru fastens the clasp, and Nami reaches up, running her fingertips over the smooth surface of the precious gem as she shifts again, color clinging to the apples of her cheeks when she finally looks back at the other woman once more. ]
I'll think of you forever.
[ The stone being the same color as Mitsuru's hair is just one more wonderful detail, and it hasn't escaped her attention, although whether that's the reason Nami admits something so soft, or if it's just a general matter of fact is a mystery.
Maybe a bit of both.
The cat burglar's hands run up Mitsuru's thighs, gently palming the soft flesh as she tips her head up, meeting her friend's eye as she leans out of the water and kisses her shoulder. ]
We might not get around to the rest of the day. I think we can celebrate my birthday right here.
[ Nami's fingers travel high on Mitsuru's thigh before delving inward, two of her fingertips grazing lightly over the fabric at the front of her swimsuit. Desire is never far away when she's alone with Mitsuru, and it never has been, but the mental image of her head between her friend's thighs, making her cum while the necklace brushes over her skin in time with the way Nami works her tongue over Mitsuru's cunt is more alluring than Nami anticipated, a very well-spoiled pet enjoying thanking her mistress properly even. ]
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It's perfect, Mitsuru.
[ Just like the giver, actually. The necklace settles as Mitsuru fastens the clasp, and Nami reaches up, running her fingertips over the smooth surface of the precious gem as she shifts again, color clinging to the apples of her cheeks when she finally looks back at the other woman once more. ]
I'll think of you forever.
[ The stone being the same color as Mitsuru's hair is just one more wonderful detail, and it hasn't escaped her attention, although whether that's the reason Nami admits something so soft, or if it's just a general matter of fact is a mystery.
Maybe a bit of both.
The cat burglar's hands run up Mitsuru's thighs, gently palming the soft flesh as she tips her head up, meeting her friend's eye as she leans out of the water and kisses her shoulder. ]
We might not get around to the rest of the day. I think we can celebrate my birthday right here.
[ Nami's fingers travel high on Mitsuru's thigh before delving inward, two of her fingertips grazing lightly over the fabric at the front of her swimsuit. Desire is never far away when she's alone with Mitsuru, and it never has been, but the mental image of her head between her friend's thighs, making her cum while the necklace brushes over her skin in time with the way Nami works her tongue over Mitsuru's cunt is more alluring than Nami anticipated, a very well-spoiled pet enjoying thanking her mistress properly even. ]