[ The voracity is the same, as is the way her awareness sharpens until she can't breathe without inhaling wisps of his scent as it drifts her way on the breeze, but this time, she knows what to expect from the strength of her heat. That isn't to say she's somehow more composed than her first time at the whims of the dome and her own gnawing lust, but they came here together, she knows he's out there, and it won't be long until Sanji finds her and gives her exactly what she needs.
As keyed up as she is, her imagination seems to take on a life of its own, needing no help or encouragement to send a parade of heated memories through Nami's mind, each one so vivid and potent they're enough to make her steps slow to a stagger.
She aches in a way that leaves the air charged with restlessness, her nipples pebbled hard against the fabric of her bra, making it difficult to do anything but breathe deeply as her hands grasp at the short hem of her dress. Impatience leaves her nerves frayed and her cunt aching insistently, her folds flushed and soaked to the point where she can feel every step she takes.
But as distracted as she is, she still wants to be won, not just overtaken. Something in the air shifts, and a base, primal part of Nami knows, right down to the marrow of her bones, that he's trailing her. A frisson of pleasure makes her shoulders roll as a grin spreads across her face. Her body burns to be found, but she moves anyway, putting on enough speed to get some distance between them before the pool she approaches draws her eye, making her go still long enough for Sanji's arms to close around her. He's strong and warm against her, the familiar shape of his chest all it takes to make Nami's already thundering heart skip around. ]
All yours. [ Her eyelashes flutter closed as she breathes the word out, hot and quiet on the air as her hands scrabble for purchase on his arms, the blunt crescents of her nails digging lightly into skin when his teeth dig sharply against her neck. They don't have fangs anymore, unfortunately, but she gasps just as sharply regardless, every cell in her body seeming to focus on every part of him she can at once. ] Sanji, I can't wait anymore– [ The need in her voice is reflected in the firm, eager way Nami grinds her ass against the thickening line of his cock as it strains against the front of his pants. Greed makes it so it's no longer than a heartbeat before the motion frustrates her, making her lift her ass so her cunt presses flush against his cock through his pants, wet and hot enough to be felt even through the layers of fabric. ] Make me yours again and again.
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As keyed up as she is, her imagination seems to take on a life of its own, needing no help or encouragement to send a parade of heated memories through Nami's mind, each one so vivid and potent they're enough to make her steps slow to a stagger.
She aches in a way that leaves the air charged with restlessness, her nipples pebbled hard against the fabric of her bra, making it difficult to do anything but breathe deeply as her hands grasp at the short hem of her dress. Impatience leaves her nerves frayed and her cunt aching insistently, her folds flushed and soaked to the point where she can feel every step she takes.
But as distracted as she is, she still wants to be won, not just overtaken. Something in the air shifts, and a base, primal part of Nami knows, right down to the marrow of her bones, that he's trailing her. A frisson of pleasure makes her shoulders roll as a grin spreads across her face. Her body burns to be found, but she moves anyway, putting on enough speed to get some distance between them before the pool she approaches draws her eye, making her go still long enough for Sanji's arms to close around her. He's strong and warm against her, the familiar shape of his chest all it takes to make Nami's already thundering heart skip around. ]
All yours. [ Her eyelashes flutter closed as she breathes the word out, hot and quiet on the air as her hands scrabble for purchase on his arms, the blunt crescents of her nails digging lightly into skin when his teeth dig sharply against her neck. They don't have fangs anymore, unfortunately, but she gasps just as sharply regardless, every cell in her body seeming to focus on every part of him she can at once. ] Sanji, I can't wait anymore– [ The need in her voice is reflected in the firm, eager way Nami grinds her ass against the thickening line of his cock as it strains against the front of his pants. Greed makes it so it's no longer than a heartbeat before the motion frustrates her, making her lift her ass so her cunt presses flush against his cock through his pants, wet and hot enough to be felt even through the layers of fabric. ] Make me yours again and again.