[ Judging by the way she watches him shrewdly as he knees between her spread thighs as she asks, Nami very obviously hopes she gets to be part of the menu, regardless of the meal. It's oddly liberating to not feel the need to suppress every warm flash of genuine interest and fondness Sanji always manages to leave her inundated with.
Nimble fingertips follow the gracefully strong line of his collarbone before skimming over the sides of his neck to tangle loosely in the ends of his hair, briefly tugging before wiggling them free to push his hair out of his face instead. Transfixed, her eyes stay fixed on his face as she feels his tongue glide over the slickness of her spread folds, that initial brush of his tongue all it takes to draw a low moan out of her. ] You always get my cunt so fucking wet, Sanji.
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[ Judging by the way she watches him shrewdly as he knees between her spread thighs as she asks, Nami very obviously hopes she gets to be part of the menu, regardless of the meal. It's oddly liberating to not feel the need to suppress every warm flash of genuine interest and fondness Sanji always manages to leave her inundated with.
Nimble fingertips follow the gracefully strong line of his collarbone before skimming over the sides of his neck to tangle loosely in the ends of his hair, briefly tugging before wiggling them free to push his hair out of his face instead. Transfixed, her eyes stay fixed on his face as she feels his tongue glide over the slickness of her spread folds, that initial brush of his tongue all it takes to draw a low moan out of her. ] You always get my cunt so fucking wet, Sanji.