[ The not unpleasant scent of fine paper and orange blossom, underpinned with the strong spice of bay rum, hangs in the air Nami moves through while she lost in the ironclad hold of her heat. Every step leaves her aching, nipples pebbled against the sheer black fabric of her bra, teased by the brush of fabric right along with her cunt, still covered by panties, but soaked through to the point that wet clings to her thighs and fills the air with her need.
She's never felt so ready to submit and to give, to part her thighs and let her mate consume her in whatever way they wish, to take advantage of the hunger that cords its way through her entire being.
The clamor of her gnawing need is pervasive, but not so much that the sound of Mitsuru's voice doesn't puncture it instantly. Nami stills, exhaling a trembling breath as her eyes sweep the surrounding forest, listening, inhaling the scent radiating off of Mitsuru's skin. Enthralled, even at a distance, Nami moves towards where every cell in her body is telling her, her mate is waiting, her hands idly curling in the waist of her panties, incidentally drawing the fabric tighter against the folds of her cunt, teasing herself without meaning to.
That friction ensures her blue eyes are blazing when they finally land on the familiar, beautiful shape of Mitsuru, her silhouette beckoning against the verdant backdrop of the forest. ]
I needed you to find me.
[ Nami's voice shakes, her hold loosening as she eases her panties off and casts them aside along with her bra, earnestly revealing her body to Mitsuru, doing everything she can to compel the other woman to give her what she needs. ]
My cunt got so wet just from waiting for you to claim me.
[ She shivers at the thought while coming to a stop just outside of arm's reach, so her hand can drift down and press the flats of her fingers against the outer folds of her cunt, the slight pressure parting herself to give the woman she needs to fuck her a clear view of how flushed and wet she's become in anticipation. ]
yesssssss
She's never felt so ready to submit and to give, to part her thighs and let her mate consume her in whatever way they wish, to take advantage of the hunger that cords its way through her entire being.
The clamor of her gnawing need is pervasive, but not so much that the sound of Mitsuru's voice doesn't puncture it instantly. Nami stills, exhaling a trembling breath as her eyes sweep the surrounding forest, listening, inhaling the scent radiating off of Mitsuru's skin. Enthralled, even at a distance, Nami moves towards where every cell in her body is telling her, her mate is waiting, her hands idly curling in the waist of her panties, incidentally drawing the fabric tighter against the folds of her cunt, teasing herself without meaning to.
That friction ensures her blue eyes are blazing when they finally land on the familiar, beautiful shape of Mitsuru, her silhouette beckoning against the verdant backdrop of the forest. ]
I needed you to find me.
[ Nami's voice shakes, her hold loosening as she eases her panties off and casts them aside along with her bra, earnestly revealing her body to Mitsuru, doing everything she can to compel the other woman to give her what she needs. ]
My cunt got so wet just from waiting for you to claim me.
[ She shivers at the thought while coming to a stop just outside of arm's reach, so her hand can drift down and press the flats of her fingers against the outer folds of her cunt, the slight pressure parting herself to give the woman she needs to fuck her a clear view of how flushed and wet she's become in anticipation. ]