It's been a long time since I got to enjoy a birthday.
[ Her voice might be low and calmly conversational when she starts, but Nami's hands are anything but casual. Were she thinking tactically, she would have kept touching Mitsuru in the hops that the weight of her words goes missed, but in actuality, that doesn't matter as much as how good the act itself is. ]
So I think I want to spend it celebrating.
[ Applying a pointed degree of teasing pressure, Nami's finger runs along the edge of Mitsuru's swimsuit, the back of her hand maddeningly light as it brushes against the soft skin of the other woman's inner thigh. Not bothering to try to mask the warmth underscoring that mischievously hungry look in her eye, Nami leans forward enough to run a line of kisses low on Mitsuru's abdomen as her fingers stray beneath the fabric. The tips of her fingers delve past the outer folds of Mitsuru's cunt and brush her clit, moving back and forth slowly while Nami kisses her way along the top of her friend's thigh. ]
Getting you to come on my tongue sounds like a celebration to me.
[ The hand not between Mitsuru's thighs moves to her hip to start tugging down the bottom of her suit, while her fingers maintain that slow tease, wanting to work her friend up just a little before getting her to perch on the edge of the pool so she can taste her. ]
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[ Her voice might be low and calmly conversational when she starts, but Nami's hands are anything but casual. Were she thinking tactically, she would have kept touching Mitsuru in the hops that the weight of her words goes missed, but in actuality, that doesn't matter as much as how good the act itself is. ]
So I think I want to spend it celebrating.
[ Applying a pointed degree of teasing pressure, Nami's finger runs along the edge of Mitsuru's swimsuit, the back of her hand maddeningly light as it brushes against the soft skin of the other woman's inner thigh. Not bothering to try to mask the warmth underscoring that mischievously hungry look in her eye, Nami leans forward enough to run a line of kisses low on Mitsuru's abdomen as her fingers stray beneath the fabric. The tips of her fingers delve past the outer folds of Mitsuru's cunt and brush her clit, moving back and forth slowly while Nami kisses her way along the top of her friend's thigh. ]
Getting you to come on my tongue sounds like a celebration to me.
[ The hand not between Mitsuru's thighs moves to her hip to start tugging down the bottom of her suit, while her fingers maintain that slow tease, wanting to work her friend up just a little before getting her to perch on the edge of the pool so she can taste her. ]