[ Even without the iron grip of the heat, Nami would have caved easily to hearing the want and heat in Mitsuru's voice as her alpha tells her what she needs. Like this, though, the words reverberate through her until she's sure her cunt is so soaked and sensitive she's likely to climax after so much as a passive touch. She doesn't expect the hard press of that cock as it thickens into existence between them, and finds herself gasping just from the brush of that hard, heavy length as it thickens between them.
Nami is too far gone to consider how unimaginable this all should be – both the earth-rattling need to be fucked and filled and bred, and the fact that Mitsuru is ready and able to give her exactly what every cell in her body is currently screaming for. Of course she is, that's why Nami belongs to her, that's why she's already hot, and slick with the satisfaction that must come from being thoroughly claimed like this. Her eyes are blown dark with desire, watching Mitsuru settle between her legs, a sight so potent the muscles of her inner thighs tense and twitch slightly in anticipation. ]
Mitsuru–
[ She could lay back and let it all wash over her, but in truth, no, she can't. Not when all she has to do is sit up slightly in order to let her fingers sink into Mitsuru's hair and pull her firmly into a kiss, the taste of her mouth muddling Nami's senses as strongly as the scent of her body. ]
Mitsuru.
[ But there's no staying still, she moans the other woman's name again and again, every syllable warmed through with adoration, and lust, as her hands slip free of that heavenly maroon cascade of hair to move down and cup Mitsuru's breasts instead. Nami's palms curve over those curves, just the touch of them enough to make her cunt shudder and leave fresh wet pooling at her entrance, leaving her slick enough for her to be able to hear the sticky-sweet, lurid press of the swollen crown of that cock against it. ]
Oh, fuck–! Fuck, Mitsuru. [ Nami's shoulders bow against the weight of her own pleasure, her head ducking down as she leans in close enough to catch one of Mitsuru's nipples between pursed lips, tugging gently before her teeth rake over the sensitive bud, only drawing away to let herself babble with unabashed candor. ]
You're so perfect.
[ The words are a mad rush, ragged and stilted as she feels Mitsuru's length sink inside her, the walls of her cunt fluttering and tight as she rolls her hips and lifts her body for more. ]
I need you deep in my cunt, need you to fill it up until I have to use my fingers to fuck all your cum back into it.
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Nami is too far gone to consider how unimaginable this all should be – both the earth-rattling need to be fucked and filled and bred, and the fact that Mitsuru is ready and able to give her exactly what every cell in her body is currently screaming for. Of course she is, that's why Nami belongs to her, that's why she's already hot, and slick with the satisfaction that must come from being thoroughly claimed like this. Her eyes are blown dark with desire, watching Mitsuru settle between her legs, a sight so potent the muscles of her inner thighs tense and twitch slightly in anticipation. ]
Mitsuru–
[ She could lay back and let it all wash over her, but in truth, no, she can't. Not when all she has to do is sit up slightly in order to let her fingers sink into Mitsuru's hair and pull her firmly into a kiss, the taste of her mouth muddling Nami's senses as strongly as the scent of her body. ]
Mitsuru.
[ But there's no staying still, she moans the other woman's name again and again, every syllable warmed through with adoration, and lust, as her hands slip free of that heavenly maroon cascade of hair to move down and cup Mitsuru's breasts instead. Nami's palms curve over those curves, just the touch of them enough to make her cunt shudder and leave fresh wet pooling at her entrance, leaving her slick enough for her to be able to hear the sticky-sweet, lurid press of the swollen crown of that cock against it. ]
Oh, fuck–! Fuck, Mitsuru. [ Nami's shoulders bow against the weight of her own pleasure, her head ducking down as she leans in close enough to catch one of Mitsuru's nipples between pursed lips, tugging gently before her teeth rake over the sensitive bud, only drawing away to let herself babble with unabashed candor. ]
You're so perfect.
[ The words are a mad rush, ragged and stilted as she feels Mitsuru's length sink inside her, the walls of her cunt fluttering and tight as she rolls her hips and lifts her body for more. ]
I need you deep in my cunt, need you to fill it up until I have to use my fingers to fuck all your cum back into it.